Asterion Horse Novels & Stories

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

On her head, there is a big moonstone between her eyes. ''I want to ride that one,'' I say. Roan walks towards the mare, ''Good choice this is Eowyn, she is the daughter of our best mare. She is fast and stubborn, but she will go through fire for you if she decides that she likes you.'' I stroke her beautiful head and say to her, ''I think we will get along just fine beauty.'' Eowyn seems to like being called beautiful because she snorts happily. Roan walks towards a big green male sea horse with purple manes and green emeralds across his tail, ''This is my sea horse Oberyn.''

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.

Amaria met Theon at the Bailey, where different breeds of horses were kept. Theon climbed onto a Friesian,“ pick any one of your choices” the horse wanted to move, but he pulled the reins back making it halt. Amaria walked around and stared at the other horses,“ hurry and pick one, we don't have much time” Theon ordered, Amaria nodded and continued her search, she was about to pick a shire breed when she heard a nicker, she turned and saw a beautiful light grey colored horse, it was a Lipizzaner breed. The horse eagerly waited for her to walk towards its stall door as it nickered again, Amaria walked closer to it, and it blew air on her face, Amaria smiled and giggled as she pats it on its f

He remarked to his horse. “He’s beautiful,” Anna responded. “What type of horse is he?” “He is a stallion of the highest Thessalian breed. Alexander reached into his side pouch and handed Anna a medallion with his image on one side, and the horses on the other. “This is a mere trinket, but I believe it will look lovely around your neck, m ’lady.” Anna could tell by his manner, the man really did earn his “the great” title.

Adrian said and the hustle and bustle around me continued. "Little dove. Come with me." Adrian said to me once he reached me and Luzo and Aklan looked at me with wide eyes. I gave them a small smile and walked behind Adrian to the front. Ren, Shea, Tia and Briva were nowhere to be seen, luckily. The biggest horses were gathered here and I admired their beauty. Most horses were pitch black but the biggest one was a light brown one with a thick, dark brown mane and tail. Adrian stood next to it and I gave the horse strokes on his nose while Adrian talked to one of his officers. I kept my gaze away from him.

There had to be at least thirty stalls total all immaculately kept with a variety of different horse breeds poking their heads through open stall doors. A coal black Arabian played with the ends of my hair while I stopped to pet a rust and cream colored Paint. But the most magnificent of all of the beasts in this barn was in the very last stall. Kingston, was an Eighteen hand Gypsy Vanner stallion, with a jet black coat and white dappling on his hind quarters. His mane and tail were snow white with his feathers matching. I stood back as Ronan opened the stall and led the massive horse out. I could tell just by looking at the two there was a long, loving history between the two of them.

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

Tenac asked. “I would love to” “Okay, come along, he’s in another stable” Tenac told her and lead her outside. “These two stables” Tenac said, pointing at the one they just exited and the one next to it. “They hold the general horses. Any rider or aari can use them after letting the stable master know. The two stables over there” he said pointing at two stables that stood at a nighty degree angle of each other. “Are where the horses that are owned by a rider are” he continued. “The last stable over there is for the horses owned by aari. Not many aari have horses, they mostly use the communal ones” he finished as they walked into one of the stables holding riders’s horses. “This is Addon” Ten