The Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

“Why are you so certain?” “Because I got you four. You four are known as the might warriors of the whole kingdom. The Great Four Warriors. The blue dragon, black tiger, green tortoise, and red vermilion bird. Powerful spirit summoner, Prince Eric. The best scout, Kevin. Amazing animal wielder, Zachery. Last but not least one of the best swordsmanship, John. I mean we got the complete set. What is there to fear? Unless you doubt your powers of course.”

Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move. Suddenly, they began to charge hungrily at Zephyr. Each of them carried a heavy black spear of which each tip emanated a wicked glow. Zephyr had no choice but to meet their attacks with his own personal weapon — Draken. Through the clashing of steel, one of the horses raised their hooves against Zephyr. Then, a gust of wind blew past as another rider sent their energies to envelop Zephyr. Each of these riders possessed great battle power. Although they did not possess any brains, they had no trouble when it came to ambushing and anticipating Zephyr’s attacks. Their attacks we

As it diminished, a huge eyeball with smaller ring looped eyeballs stared at the individuals, Rogue’s dead body along with an unconscious Shizuki and a sleeping Aqiel were dropped on the bed by Uriel, who sympathetically looked at Lucifer. Uriel's appearance infuriated Lucifer, she got out of Lilianith's hug and dashed to Uriel, her fists ready to pummel into him but she was stopped by Lilianith who shook her head hinting that it was a bad idea. Hades glared at Uriel and couldn't help by find something weird about his statement. “When you mean they, who are you referring to exactly?” “The four Horsemen of Apocalypse. They are the enforcers of order and would d

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

At my order, a funeral procession suddenly erupted, carrying funeral wreaths on the red wedding carpet. Some sang, while some were waiting. The whole ceremony turned chaotic in an instant. Fabian’s face turned ashen, and he hurriedly ordered his men to dismiss the procession. Looking thrilled, the florist owner came to me and said, “Mr. Hunt, all your wreaths have been delivered. I’ve even thrown in the full-service package. Are you satisfied?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The signal had been given. Within minutes, hundreds of pack members poured into the terraced stone bleachers from every corner of the territory. They came like vultures to a feast, their hushed, eager whispers rising in a terrifying crescendo. I was dragged to the center of the sand-covered pit and chained to a heavy iron post, completely exposed to their hungry, judging stares. Then, the Quadruplet Alphas entered the royal box. As one, the entire crowd rose to their feet and bowed their heads in absolute, terrifying reverence. Not a single wolf dared breathe until Cassian, Valerian, Darian, and Lucian took their seats upon four massive granite thrones.

The riders emerge from the tree line in a wide, deliberate formation, torches held high, horses moving with the kind of disciplined precision that speaks of considerably more training than a scattered band of exiles should reasonably possess. Their banners, when the torchlight catches them, bear no crest I recognize, a plain field of deep burgundy without a single royal sigil marking it, as though whoever they serve has spent generations deliberately avoiding the kind of symbols that might get them noticed.

Finn asks sarcastically. Nyctimus turns his attention to Finn. “It does. In the legend of Inanna, the chosen one would have four knights to protect her. As the god of the underworld would have four horsemen to carry out his work. In today’s version, I understand that was Silas, Orion, Senko, and Farrid.” “How do you know all this?” Curiously Mason asks.

There are wisps with it as well. There's no use outrunning them. We'll need to stand our ground and fight. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty as we come to a stop. The three-headed hound is advancing towards us, its eyes glowing menacingly in the dark underworld. The wisps seem to be gathering around it, as if to add to its strength. Jack leads the charge, his sword glinting in the dim light. Alec and I follow close behind, ready to do whatever we can to help.

A team of about hundreds of people in red was speeding up toward the Devil Cloud Ghost City. Although they did not have many people, in addition to some ordinary servants, there was also a team of about 50 elite troops mixed in. Although there were not many of them, in fact, none of them were ordinary people. Their breaths were restrained, and they looked indifferent, but in fact, they were not. The leader of the crowd was a cart, with a red head and a light curtain hanging down. In the front of the cart were four strange creatures that looked like horses but not horses, like donkeys, but not donkeys. They had dragon horns and tiger tails.