The Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

It wasn’t about claiming. It was about alignment. By the time dawn crept through the windows, my wolf lay coiled but steady, no longer rattled by Kaelen’s shadow. I felt ready. The message arrived just after sunrise. No signature. No seal. Just a thin strip of enchanted parchment that burned cold against my fingers. Observer status approved. Emergency convocation in forty-eight hours. Below it, etched in a different hand, a single line bled through the magic like a scar: “Bring all four. I’d hate for any of them to miss what you become.”

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

His body shifted with each bump in the road, and every time it did my stomach twisted like it was my own brother lying there. Ahead, four bikes rode in formation, their taillights a steady, pulsing red. Rafe, Calder, Maddox, Jax - the brothers. Mine. Wolves born of fire and metal, their engines were low, furious heartbeats pounding out a song that promised vengeance. Behind me, more bikes thundered, twenty strong, a wall of sound and fury escorting me like a queen of the dead. It looked like a funeral procession. It was one.

Monster reached out, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. She cursed him out and struggled to get free. The big man simply slapped her butt and growled at her to settle down. Then he headed back to the compound with her over his shoulder. When he got close, he heard the roar of several bikes he ducked behind a clump of trees to see who it was. Breed, Greer, Kizzy and Shyla among the other brothers were returning to the compound. He rose up and continued to join his brothers at arms. Four horsemen rode in. They were made up to look like the Indians in the movies, bare chested and wearing leather leggings. Each of them had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over thei

From a distance, the miasma hanging above us might seem like a thick fog, but up close there was fire in these clouds, flame born from anger and death and the claiming of souls. The horsemen have arrived. Nine men on nightmare horses made of pure black smoke, both the rider and steed with eyes glowing gold, faces shrouded in darkness. They formed a chevron with their leader at the point. Tristan, the strongest of Arthur's knights, and the last to fall during the battle for Avalon. To his right are Dinadin, Lamorak, Gawain, and Marhaus. To his left rode Galahad, Palamedes, Bors and…Percival.

All the Four Horsemen awakened, called by the violent screams of Death’s dying angelic force, the roar of an earth-shattering thunder foretelling their arrival. Ultimate destruction was brought upon the Earth as they all came forth, one by one. First, came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, taking claim on all lands, forcing even the mightiest kings to submit to his own will... Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace, rivers of blood flooding the lands as all me