Bleeding Horse Dublin Novels & Stories

I gave him an apple before riding into him. "Son! Be careful!" Mom shouted from the house. I rode her around the ring and then rode her on the field. He's my favorite. He's fast and strong. After an hour, Apple and I headed back to the stables. I gave him water and apples and went to see the others. I went to the next stable and saw a brown horse with a white streak of line from its head to his muzzle. Meet Blaze. He's Stella's horse. She fell in love with him when she saw him.

But my hopes were quickly crushed as the one leading the group pulled back on his reins forcing his horse to stop. The horse let out a whinny of protest before stopping. It stomped its feet as it huffed and shook its long mane. Its coat was as dark as the previous horses, but now that I was closer, I could see that it wasn't like any horse I had ever seen before. It was larger than any horse in Gardenia, and its eyes were a crimson red. I swallowed a gasp as I noticed its snake-like tongue. "Goddess, above what is that thing?" Ahmes hissed as she pushed further forward, readying for a fight. I shook my head, not having an answer.

The sense that he’d bemissing out was stronger than ever. Wonderful winged horses were flying through Erin’s mind as she quickly negotiated her way to the ladies’ room—five of them: white, grey, chestnut, dark brown and black, with beautifully coloured wings, like butterflies. The Mythical horses of…of…Mirrima. That sounded right. They were going to make a marvellous, magical story.

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

LAURA "Blacky's fine now, Isko. You can give him water," Laura told Isko, a Miller Estate worker responsible for the horses. Blacky was their Friesian Horse breed. She was at the clinic when Isko called about a horse acting sluggish. She rushed back to Miller Estate to examine Blacky and found that exhaustion and the hot weather were likely causes. Summer was tough on the animals. "Thank you very much, Miss Laura," Isko said to her.

I smile at my stupid joke. Fosy is a hybrid; his Mma was a donkey, while his Mpa is a horse. I never would have believed it possible if I wasn't there when he was birthed. The cute little Fozy coming out to the world with strange combinations in his body. He was like none I've ever seen, or hope to see. His Mma died while giving birth to him, I guess that makes us two individuals with almost the same sad story. Fosy is white and black striped; his hooves which are like that of a horse are too red one will mistake it as blood.

I can’t believe that in just a few weeks the girls will be at the ranch with me. Ben, my trainer has picked two horses for Immi and I, one is a beautiful dark almost chocolate brown with a silky pale mane, the biggest brown eyes with long lashes I ever did see. Her name is Maple and it suits her. The other horse is black as the night without any moonlight or stars to light it up. Her name is Darkness, her mane and tail are ebony and those dark eyes of hers, well they sure have reeled me in. She will be my horse and Immi will have Maple.

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

PRINCE Ciaran and his three subordinates were keeping watch in the Galenus City and were coming home when they saw a black horse tarrying along their path without an owner. "Your Highness," Drake alerted him as the horse went straight to them. Ciaran halted his Cimeræ and stared at the animal in question. "Where's your owner, bud?" he asked. The black horse neighed softly and even turned away. But it didn't went away from them.