Asterion Horse Mga Nobela at Kwento

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

“He is a Destrier. The finest I’ve ever seen aside from temperament. Horseflesh of that quality is meant to be ridden by a noble or even the king, but unfortunately, this one can not be trained.” “Perhaps he doesn’t wish to be ridden by a noble. They’re far too taken with themselves and think of nobody else. Isn’t that right Storm?” Eleanor turned back to the animal with another morsel in her hands, turning all her attention back to the horse and trying to pretend her husband didn’t exist. Storm's eyes danced between her and Fann a few times before he inched over and took the offering gently with his lips. After taking the food he bent his head so that his ear was by her hand, as though aski

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.

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

It was just about sun down when we heard the faint whine of a horse. Sebastion and I had passed each other a weary glance before watching as a man on a black stallion approached us. This man, was an Adonis. Nicely shaped and, well toned arms. Nicely sculpted chest under his tight black cotton shirt. Black raven hair that dangled in his eyes and over his ears. It looked so soft and silky, like that of a well groomed dog. I wanted to run my hands through it, see if it really was soft as it looked. He had the darkest of blue eyes I had ever seen. An untamed storm that caused devastation in its wake. How much I wanted to be in that damn storm too. Aria, get your head together would you? Drool an

Kaelan strapped on a bandolier of potions and scrolls. Nyra met Selene’s gaze. “I carry our hopes and our fears.” Selene placed a steadying hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Trust your heart. You will know her when you see her.” Ryker sheathed his sword. “We ride at once. No delays.” Outside the stable courtyard, four moonlit warhorses stamped and whinnied. The stablehands fell silent as Nyra approached, bowing in respect. Nyra patted the neck of her mount, Ashwing; a coal‑black mare with flecks of silver in her coat.

"Let's pick out a ride." Clueless as a lamb at a wolf convention, I simply let him lead. As we approached the horses, a stable hand presented two options – a smaller, gentle-looking mare, practically labeled 'beginner-friendly,' and beside it, a magnificent black stallion, a commanding presence of muscle and grace. "Which one catches your eye?" Aiden asked. My gaze locked onto the black horse. Nearly two meters tall, with powerful, sculpted legs and a coat that shimmered like polished obsidian, he was a creature of myth. "He's absolutely stunning," I breathed, then, with a sigh of resignation, pointed to the mare. "But I should probably go with her."

I wanted to see him; I wanted to run my hands through his fur, give him a rub behind his ears, and watch him roll around as I tickled his belly. “What colour is he?” “He’s a light sandy colour. At night he looks white, but in daylight you can see the yellow and silver tones running through him.” “He sounds beautiful.” Josh paused, his lips turning upwards at the corners slightly. “What?” “I never thought I’d see the day where Aster is happy to be called beautiful,” Josh chuckled. His face turned serious all of a sudden. “Do you hear that?” I strained my ears, but couldn’t hear anything other than the rustle of the long grass we were walking in. After another few metres, a familiar and unmist

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.