Pestilence (#1)
They came to earth—Pestilence, War, Famine, Death—four horsemen riding their screaming steeds, racing to the corners of the world. Four horsemen with the power to destroy all of humanity. They came to earth, and they came to end us all.
When Pestilence comes for Sara Burn’s town, one thing is certain: everyone she knows and loves is marked for death. Unless, of course, the angelic-looking horseman is stopped, which is exactly what Sara has in mind when she shoots the unholy beast off his steed.
Too bad no one told her Pestilence can’t be killed.
Now the horseman, very much alive and very pissed off, has taken her prisoner, and he’s eager to make her suffer. Only, the longer she’s with him, the more uncertain she is about his true feelings towards her… and hers towards him.
And now, well, Sara might still be able to save the world, but in order to do so, she'll have to sacrifice her heart in the process.
cw: severe physical abuse between MCs [it's a v bumpy ride but worth it!]
“Last night I could not decide which you were—a tonic or a toxin,” he says. “Today I’ve discovered you’re both.”
I wince a little at his words. “You have woken in me things I did not know slumbered,” he continues. “Now that I am aware of them, I cannot ignore their existence. I fear I am becoming … like you. Human and full of want. I need this longing to go away.”
“Longing?” I almost choke the word out.
“Don’t tell me I am mistaken in this too,” he says bitterly. “Love, lust, longing—you cannot refashion my feelings. I know my heart, Sara, even if it’s alien to you.”
@dominiquewesson
Death (#4)
He’s known by many names: Thanatos. Horseman. God’s last angel. And then, of course, there's the one I’m all too familiar with—
Death.
The day Death comes to Lazarus Gaumond’s town and kills everyone in one fell swoop, the last thing he expects to see is a woman left alive and standing. But Lazarus has her own extraordinary gift: she cannot be killed—not by humans, not by the elements, not by Death himself.
She is the one soul Death doesn’t recognize. The one soul he cannot pry free from her flesh. Nor can he ignore the unsettling desire he has for her. Take her. He wants to, desperately. And the longer she tries to stop him from his killing spree, the stronger the desire becomes.
When Lazarus crosses paths with the three other horsemen, an unthinkable situation leads to a terrible deal: seduce Death, save the world. A hopeless task, made all the worse by the bad blood between her and Thanatos. But Death’s attraction to her is undeniable, and try though she might, Lazarus cannot stay away from that ancient, beautiful being and his dark embrace.
The end is here. Humankind is set to perish, and not even the horsemen can stop Death from fulfilling his final task.
Only Lazarus can.
cw: severe physical abuse between MCs [it's a v bumpy ride but worth it!]
“Go ahead then, leave. I’ll simply hunt you down again,” I vow. “And when I find you, I will stop you.”
He laughs, turning around once more. “I am one of the few things that cannot be stopped, Lazarus. Nevertheless, I look forward to seeing you try.”
I think that’s the end of the conversation, but instead he approaches me once more. He pauses, then kneels back down at my side. My brows furrow together, and I rear back a little.
“What are you doing?” His eyes gleam in the darkness.
“Getting a head start.”
And then for the second time that day, the fucker reaches out and snaps my neck.
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“Come with me, Lazarus. Let me know what it is like to hold you instead of fighting you.”
To hold me? What exactly does he have in mind once he captures me? Doesn’t matter, Lazarus, that fate is not for you. I lean in close to his ear. “No.”
A slow, malevolent smile spreads across Death’s face, and even blindfolded, I find him chilling.
“Then you better run, kismet.”
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“You and I are immortal. Even if it takes centuries, even if you and I are the last creatures in existence, I vow to you this: I will get you to love me—mind, body, and heart.”
@morgana0anagrom
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