Bleeding Horse Dublin Novels & Stories

I assure him, determination burning bright in my eyes. Rhaenan finally assists me onto the horse after several failed attempts, and I settle atop the majestic beast with a triumphant smile. He mounts his own horse, a striking brown steed with a distinctive white patch between its eyes. In contrast, mine is a white beauty with a mane of flowing black hair, an unexpected yet captivating combination.

********** I was riding down the hill on my horse with my sword with me Y'know we gotta be cautious and always prepared. While I rode, enjoying the fresh air,my eyes caught a glimpse of a lady No...a she-wolf judging from her scent. It looked like she got stabbed near the mid-section as blóød kept flowing freely She looks weak and kinda pale,asides that her eyes were drowsy and evident of pain I would have ignored her and continued my stroll but then again, that'll be inhumane of me So,I came down from my horse, placed it on a nearby tree so it won't run away and then rushed to the bleeding girl

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

Though she wasn’t sure of what the protocol was, she responded just by nodding back. She kept walking and found herself near the stables, giving a close look to a hostler exercising one of the blooded animals the Duke owned. It was a splendid beast, a muscled black with a sleek body and proud head. It pranced around in a wide circle inside the rail enclosure, steam rushing from its nostril. It tossed its head as the hostler cracked a whip in the air to keep it galloping. Cassy leaned against the fence resting her chin atop her cold hands. "That’s a beautiful horse," she ventured to say when the boy paused in keeping the animal trotting at the end of the long line.

"Since my sister won't come out, let's have a horse-riding competition! You pick one!" Morpheus obliged and selected a tall, grand horse with a reddish-brown coat glistening in the sunlight. Blaze, as it was known, stood out among the racing field horses, boasting exceptional build and graceful muscle lines. "Morpheus, you've got a great eye!" Theodore's eyes sparkled. "This horse is called Blaze. Our stable masters said it has a good lineage and fiery temperament. Can... Can you handle it?" After a moment of hesitation, Morpheus cautiously stroked Blaze's mane before taking the reins. To everyone's surprise, Blaze behaved unusually docile. Even the stable masters gasped in amazement.

The closer we get I notice the horses are already tacked up. "Dyl? Tell me I'm not the only one who has never gotten on a horse before." I say starting to feel kinda scared. "I wish I could but don't worry about it.. You'll be fine." He says. We get to the horses and Jason enters the stables to greet the foreman and to tell him we've taken the horses, while Dyl and Esmy try assure me . They don't realise that they're only freaking me out more. Jason comes back in no time and Dyl and Esmy get on the horses, Jason tells me to get on the beautiful black beauty whose name I'm told is Gypsy and apparently the most humble horse they have.

He backed the horse he had chosen and then added a £1000 bet on the little chestnut, he was called Fiery Sunset and it suited him. The little horse danced along to the starting line his tail held high ready for the challenge, unafraid and eager to get going. He had a big heart too, jumping the huge Aintree jumps he kept well away from the others and one by one the other horses fell away. There was a leading pack of about ten horses and he was in sixth place coming round the bend for the last lap. He jumped valiantly still keeping his distance from the others and like a scene from a Disney movie he began to catch the leaders up. With five jumps remaining he moved up to fourth place but it wa

She was so unaware of their culture, of the rules that governed society here. In a few minutes, the stable master had a large open air carriage pulled around the large building. Bailey gasped in delight at the fae horses. "They're beautiful!" The horses pawed at the ground. They were large beasts, the brilliant white of snowdrops. Their forelocks were petaled, ruby crocus and blinding daffodil. Their manes were twisted green vines falling across their powerful bodies to touch the ground. Tails of vine and spring flowers twitched behind them. They were the pride of the Spring Court, and wickedly intelligent. "They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse."

“Aube” is a French word meaning “dawn,” symbolizing purity and new beginnings. This name reflects the horse's pristine white appearance and the fresh start it represents. The horse was an astonishing shade of white—so pure it seemed untouched by the world. Even its hooves and ear tips were free from any blemish, like a creature sculpted from snow. Grace had chosen Aube in Poland when she was just fifteen. Now, eleven years later, the mare was approaching her sixteenth birthday. Born of champion bloodlines, both her parents were world-class equestrian competitors.

“I don’t like chaos but you seem to enjoy it.” “I do. And this chaos was brought to us by Red Moon. We are playing their game.” My claws left their place. “This horse has been tormented.” The temper it had and the unusual breathing, they had mingled a spirit with it’s own. Like an injured horse. He only needs saving. I slashed his neck forcefully, dragging him down. Jaden went back in surprised. The horse began shaking till it bled to death. It didn’t take long, it was already a walking corpse.