Berserk Horse Chapter Novels & Stories

The Berserker surged forward with an ear-splitting roar. Emma shouted, “STEVE!” But Steve didn’t flinch. He opened his arms, chest bare to the charge. “Come on,” he growled. “I’m not running anymore.” The Berserker lunged, claws extended, jaws open wide— And vanished into him. A flash of blinding light cracked the chamber. Steve screamed. His knees buckled as the full force of the beast slammed into his core. Every muscle in his body burned. His bones felt as if they were breaking and reforging all at once. His heart pounded like thunder, the power of the creature trying to tear its way free.

Chapter 29: New Beginnings I look at the horse when it starts crying and I reminisce about the horse I'd use while we were on a mission. It got killed by the hungry vampires and I don't want that to happen again. I touch its head to trail its hair to calm him down. He is getting out of control because of the situation. That is why he is making a noise. I quickly covered the horse when one of the werewolves hissed to it. I put my hand in front of the werewolf trying to stop him or her.

A smirk made its way to my lips unknowingly. Indeed a wild horse.

One man and one horse gave people an illusion of powerful momentum. The bald and tattooed giant man, with his eyes flashing green light, focused all his attention on the young man's white horse. "Is that... Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province?" This giant man had a good eye, and he recognized the blood lineage of the white horse at a glance. A neigh could make the half-demon horse Black Wind Beast feel frightened and uneasy and only the top three in the Horse List in Snow Province had such a capability. ...

“Be calm.” To the amazed people around, the horse stopped its wild advancements and stopped. It then did a turn and slowly advanced to Blake and Xuanlu’s position, lowering its head as if it were a child being scolded. Blake looked at the majestic Black horse with a golden horn in the middle of its head. One could see that it was well-bred. A young youth came running, panting as he witnessed the horse standing there with Blake and Xuanlu with his head down, looking soroful. “Huang, how dare you try and escape from me!” The youth of eight in age called out, still trying to catch his breath.

my horse did not know any other life beyond her stapled, she did not know any hardship set a warhorse I have experienced in their lifetimes. She has not even been to our ride as long and harsh as the one we had just taken to arrive at the cave, and yet, she was terrified out of her mind color and she was not the one who was supposed to enter to hold a ritual in the cave. I rubbed her nose gently, trying my best to calm her down even for the slightest bit, wishing she could have reciprocated the favor.

"I think you lot are misunderstanding something here. What we're here to do. We're not here to kill her. We're here to bring her to Death." Eros's eyes widened. No. That couldn't be what he was talking about. "When you say death with such emphasis, you're saying that as a person, aren't you?" Ruby smiled. "That's it. We're here to take her to one of the Four Great Horsemen. The Horsemen of Death."

Serena I had heard it from rumours and from people talking but none of those words could do justice to Darius's pack. It was… for the lack of a better word, enormous. We used horses and I wondered how horses could survive with wolves seeing that horses had strong senses and they would run away from predators but Darius told me that they had had this breed for a long time. “It's a cross breed between a horse and a Centaur. So, like us, it has animal and human instincts and we have a mutually beneficial relationship," he told me and wow!

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.

Lizzy stumbled back. A voice whispered from behind. “His name is Atheas. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? An Akhal-Teke. The rarest breed you’ll find.” Kris’s strong hands gripped her shoulders. “Be careful. Don’t get too close. He’s a one-person horse. He hates strangers.” Lizzy tried to turn, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are. I like having my two beauties in one room.” Then his hands roamed. Lizzy sobbed as they slipped under the shirt and explored.