Novel & Cerita Asterion Horse

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.

He mumbled, slightly tapping its muzzle. Sable walked excitedly towards the White horse, she scratched the horse gently at the withers, earning a soft huff of approval. “Awwn…” she mumbled with a giddy smile. “What's its name?” She asked, looking back at the horse bearer. “He's Ash.” He said with a polite smile. “It seems like you love horses.” Sable pulled her lips open to speak but Ysoria cut in, grabbing Ashes reign. “Well, the horse is mine!” She said, Sable looked right at Alpha Knox, and then his horse and then towards me, she clearly didn't want to ride with him and I of course wasn't letting that happen as well.

Lucien didn’t say anything, but I caught a small curve of his lips before it vanished again. Two men were tending to the horses, brushing their coats and talking softly to them. They noticed us and came over immediately, all smiles. “Mr. Dorne, long time no see. Good morning! You’re right on time,” one of them greeted warmly. Lucien gave a brief nod. “Morning.” They began showing us around, introducing different horses. “This one’s Marlow… that’s Dusk over there… and that beauty in the corner is Astra.” I followed, wide-eyed. I tried feeding one of them an apple, but the moment its big mouth moved close, I yelped and jumped back.

Malric stood near the far side with a few male wolves, tending to the horses they planned to use. I spotted Lucien immediately. And beside him was Valor. I still remembered the white stallion’s name. But my lycan king? He stood between two horses. One was a giant black stallion. The other, a brown horse with white markings splashed across its coat. “So odd,” I murmured, oddly amused by his very specific taste. Irene chuckled beside me, immediately catching my meaning. “That’s the king’s favourite.” She pointed toward the black stallion. “Though once in a while, he rides the brown one.”

The man knew how to push until everything Pandora desired hung on the word 'surrender'. “Now you’re coming home with me. Five days in the dorm is enough; the remaining two days are when you have to be with me. I won’t accept refusal, Pandora.” That was why Pandora was here. On a vast field. Watching herself in the shadow of a horse. The Thoroughbred Kingston had given her. A horse known as the most competitive breed. Its slender, strong, and agile build supported its ability to run fast, making it capable of tearing through the racecourse.

If only I could do that. I stayed in that place for almost thirty minutes, waiting for Hasel and Joseph to show up but they didn’t. “Where the heck are they?” I can’t hear anything besides the natural sound of the forest, bugs and such. I comb Angel’s hair, this horse’s name is Angel. I was really starstruck the first time I heard about it because it suits the horse very well. From her white as snow long hair, soft and comfortable fur and her posture that looks like a queen of horses. I’m joking, but she’s really beautiful.

And Mane’s father, Ray, always boasted about how he had won his mother, Alexis’s heart and made her his girlfriend when they were only teens. Mane turned his attention to the carriage that the Thrasher was responsible for guarding. It was a luxuriously decorated carriage. It was a large white carriage with gold ingots adorning the door. The horses that pulled the carriage were large and strong. They were called Gold Hoofed Horses due to the yellow color of their hooves. They were expensive and difficult to come by. But they weren’t as rare or as strong as Red Maned Horses. So if Red Maned Horses and Gold Hoofed Horses were up for sale, the Red Maned Horse would undoubtedly be sold for a much

But he had two hooves, ten fingers, a tail, and the little nubs that one day will be his horns. I wrapped him in the dark green blanket after cleaning him off. “I present our son, Teskos.” I smiled as I passed him to Melite. She was pale and sweaty but smiling. “Hello, my little one.” she cooed, taking him, rubbing her noses against his. “He’s perfect, Asterion. He looks so much like you.” she sighed. “Yes, but there are some blonde hairs in his fur. He gets that from you.” I smiled as I watched her shift her hold to let him latch at her breast.

He smiled—just a small, rare curve of his lips—but it made my whole world tilt. We made our way through the palace, moving toward the stables where the horses were already prepared. Kiara was waiting there too, dressed in full armor, her sword strapped across her back. She grinned when she saw me in the Blood Moon cloak, giving me a short, approving nod. "You look like one of us now," she said. I smiled back, feeling the first sparks of pride flicker inside me. The horses stamped and snorted, eager to be on the move. Alexandro’s black stallion, a massive creature named Arion, tossed his head impatiently. My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and br

Secretly I had hoped that this horse could replace Shadow for him, but that will be up to Lance and this horse. The stallion has a deep black coat that is so black almost no light can penetrate it. His mane and tail are the same shade, and he has beautiful chestnut brown eyes that stare deep into your soul and see everything. I genuinely believe the two of them are meant to be, so I cross my fingers and pray to Aethon that this will work.