Behold The Pale Horse Book Pdf Novels & Stories

Someone had asked for a potion, a forbidden one — and only she had the power to make it. She needed herbs to create the mixture, a liquid potion. But then, the neighing of horses echoed through the woods. She froze, her gaze snapping toward the narrow road ahead. That’s when she saw it — a horse gone wild, its eyes rolling white, foam spilling from its lips like it carried a rabid curse. Mahogany’s breath caught, her eyes widening in horror. Black magic. The horse was cursed. She could see the dark mist swirling around the creature. “Hide,” the wind whispered. She stood quickly, clutching the hem of her gown — until she saw him.

Every wolf below stopped fighting to see the miracle. Grey looked upward. His blue eyes widened. With shocked. With admiration. But most of all, with dread as he saw his bought bride. — Citizens’ POV Above the battlefield... A young woman cloaked in cream sat upon the back of a black dragon. Golden-green light poured from her outstretched hands. Her hair danced wildly in the wind. Her eyes shone with golden light as though she was possessed. The entire kingdom bloomed beneath her command. Far below... The tiny green bud upon the Everlasting Tree finally opened into its first leaf.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

Soon to be my wild horse. She was still closing her eyes while biting her hand. Her cheeks were stained with tears, giving them a natural tint of crimson red. Her hair was spread all over the bed while some of them hid her face from me. Her chest heaved up and down with each shaky breath she took and that’s when I realized she had refused to wear the shirt I gave her and decided to wear her almost-nothing negligee again. Her erect nipples were teasing and gawking at me through her thin fabric and the urge to take them into my mouth was immense. I gawked at the ethereal beauty in front of me, imagining all the things I want to do to her, right this second, right here.

His face was pale, but what struck me most was the unmistakable look of fear twisting his features. Hosea. The King’s scribe. Keeper of the pack’s library. The one who carried the stories of their lineage, their histories, their secrets. I remembered him. And that fear—so raw, so unmasked—made my stomach tighten. He stumbled forward as if in a trance, his frail body pulled by something stronger than will. His trembling hand rose, pointing at the beast, his lips parting around a gasp that cut the silence in two. “It is a Zikhona.”

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

I searched until I found two glowing orbs staring back at me, and I returned to reality, where a black horse is glaring back at me. Red glowing eyes, ghostly white mane, and a dark coat made of the darkest shadows. No sane person would approach such a creature, but I had to do it for Konrad and Sophia. "I have to find my mate," I told the horse. "And you're going to listen to me because I need you to take me to her." The horse considered me, ears pulled back, and eerie black eyes glued to my face. 'There is a terrible darkness in your heart." "Excuse me?" I didn't think the freaking horse could talk. And why did the horse sound so dramatic?

Smiths didn’t see why so he ignored this guard and then it started. The gate. The fucking gate. It was being torn open from the other side. The metal was screeching, it was deafening as it was being torn open. Smiths couldn’t believe what he was seeing and then it busted open. Standing there was a huge Pale at least ten feet tall. This Pale has bullet holes all over its body and was bleeding but it seemed to be just pinpricks to it. It had spikes on its back and a thin tail around five meters long. Its tail lashing, It out an ear deafening guttural roar.

He wore a horse blanket dusted with snow. I must have breathed too loudly. Pallor stopped, mouth frothing as his eyes rolled back in his skull. He veered off the track towards me. Remembering how I'd stolen him from Samael, I quickly got out my Bible. Pallor stared at it cross-eyed.