The Four Of Them Novels & Stories

All four of them go rigid at once, wolves rising just beneath their skin, and Riven is already moving toward the doorway when a folded scrap of parchment slides across the floor from the dark beyond it, stopping at my bare feet like it was aimed there on purpose. No one steps through the doorway to claim it. Whoever left it is already gone. My hands are shaking as I unfold it. Four words, written in ink the color of dried blood. Choose one, or lose all.

“I have three.” I blinked in utter surprise. So the four Turstin I had seen in the room that day were actually not my imagination. They were real. Wait a minute! Now that I think of it, it just occurred to me that there has always been something different about the Turstin I knew every single time we met. Who would have thought that I was dealing with four different men? “Fuck!”

But like an angel of death, Alejandro swooped in. Their gurgles came a moment later. He sliced angrily. Let blood splatter all over our money. Hit the walls and floor. I stepped back by this point. Shrugged my shirt back into place. Diago was slumped against the wall. Had teetered forward a bit more. "You can stop now, we need one of them at least," I called to Alejandro, who had three of the four guys clutching at their throats and looking up at him as if he was death incarnate.

“How can I be your mate and Forrest’s mate if everybody just has one person?” The guys all fall silent and look between each other. I wonder if they’re having a silent conversation with one another through their mind connection. “We don’t know why, but you have four mates,” Forrest eventually says out loud. Four mates. Four. Not just two. Somewhere, deep down, I knew it already. But feeling it and knowing it are two very different things.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

As Avery sat amongst her four mates, Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo, as they gathered in their usual spot—a cozy living room bathed in warm, dim light. They were all comfortable with each other as if they had been friends for years, their bond stronger than steel, forged through shared experiences and unwavering loyalty. Tonight, however, there was something different in the air, a palpable shift that Avery couldn't quite put her finger on.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

Outside, four boys smiled. THIS IS THE BEST MORNING EVER!

I heard Four's voice call from behind me but I had already the gym door shut and I was making a beeline for the elevator hoping I could get in it quick enough that I wouldn't have to be in the same lift as him. "I'm leaving now love, if you need anything all you have to do is go downstairs and ask someone" Four bent down on his honkers to meet my eye level as I was sprawled out on the sofa flicking threw the newly added N*****x movies. I looked past his face continuing to concentrate on picking out a movie as his hand reached out placing it on my cheek and pushing me to look in his direction. "I wont be back till late, so don't wait up okay?" He further speaks attempting to gain a response t

"I think you lot are misunderstanding something here. What we're here to do. We're not here to kill her. We're here to bring her to Death." Eros's eyes widened. No. That couldn't be what he was talking about. "When you say death with such emphasis, you're saying that as a person, aren't you?" Ruby smiled. "That's it. We're here to take her to one of the Four Great Horsemen. The Horsemen of Death."