Berserk Horse Chapter Novels & Stories

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea

The horse creatures did have huge translucent wings at their sides which were tucked in at the moment but they were at least three times as tall as Riordan was, their bodies lean and muscular and she was far from prepared for their aggression. Like creatures that had been starved for days and just finally offered food; her; all three of the Pegasi came at her, faster than they had any right to be with their size. “Shit!” They were too fast, the space too congested for her to get away. A powerful jaw closed over her arm and she screamed and wrenched it free, leaving a chunk of her arm in the Pegasus’ mouth. It was like the smell of blood suddenly made the other two go crazy and they launched

But unlike him, the horse smelled better. He sat behind me and pulled the strings of the horse. I have no choice but to clench his forearms due to the sudden movement. The horse ran like lightning. This is not the first time I have ridden a horse, but that was very slow compared to this pace. The horse turned several times on the tents, which caused chaos to the people. They are going out of our horse's way, but it resulted in the destruction of some tents. Rose petals and bubbles scattered on the road. Good thing, the horse seems like it doesn’t bother and find this thrilling. I looked back and saw River behind us; he is riding the other horse. Behind him are the knights who are chasing us.

her horse, she looked at them as they ran by, without thinking about what could possibly be chasing these great armies, and by the time she turned towards the direction where they had came from, there stood a Bear and many more like him, these beasts stood before her with their eyes blazing fire, the horse wasted no time, it ran towards the direction those armies had ran, one of the bears chased after the horse and caught up with it, itanforiti went after the bear and with her sword she cut deal at it trout, she did like she did not know if the beast was injured enough to be ignored, but she was concern about the wellbeing of the poor horse, she went to it and realize it has been injured,

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

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Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

"Show me." He didn't offer to help. He didn't move. He just... watched. I looked at the beast. Hela. She was pawing the ground, her massive head tossing, her black eyes rolling. She was a killer. This was a test. Another one. Fine. I walked past him. I put my hand on the horse's neck. She snapped at me, her teeth clacking together, missing my hand by an inch. Ares didn't move. "Easy," I whispered, not to the horse, but to myself.

Kismet raised her head, "I admit defeat; my skills aren't on par." Bernard was surprised. This was too easy for her to concede. It wasn't like her at all. As Bernard was puzzled, Kismet grabbed her coat, swiftly walked outside with an anxious demeanor. Bernard followed, asking, "Kismet, what's wrong?" Kismet felt overwhelmed, walking out of the gym. After a few steps, she heard a commotion behind her. Instinctively, she turned around to see a brown horse charging towards her, hooves lifting, about to collide!

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”