Centaur Novels & Stories

What she saw almost made her eyes pop out of her head. She was staring straight at a female centaur—a very beautiful female centaur. Leesa turned slowly around for a better look. She had seen centaurs before in books and in a movie or two, but she had never seen one like this. The centaurs she had seen were usually male, though not always, often with beards. And they had always been brown. This one who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind them was white—a beautiful, shining white so pure she almost seemed to glow in the pale light.

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

I shook my head, clearing these thoughts away my mind then grip on Adolf’s fur, encouraging him to go faster. “Argh!” But fate isn’t with us because Adolf got hit with his left leg, slowing down a little. I yelled, panicking. “Adolf!” I look at his wounded leg but despite an arrow that’s penetrating, he continued to run. Centaurs are half horse. They can run as fast as they can and every time I glance from my shoulder, they are slowly catching up. “Adolf, hold on. You can run away from them.” “T-this pain is nothing.”

The man grinned. Isis snapped out of it as soon as the man's eyes broke from hers. "Thanks for the warning Julia," Isis nodded then she raised her hand and mumbled a chant. The dust clouds completely vanished and Julia gulped when she saw the creatures that stood before her. "As I suspected," Isis growled as her eyes feasted on the 50 beasts in front of her. "CENTAURS!" Zander was astonished. He'd learned about them in his studies as a boy, but he thought they were extinct.

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

Ryan whispered to her and slowly grabbed her hand which made her smile at him, he was a bit possessive about her just like Malcolm. When they were seated, aura took that time to appreciate the decor of the place and she nodded in approval, it was elegant and exquisite. The best materials were used. This was one hell of a charity event because everything was of the best but even at that, she was still feeling a bit unsettled. The man she was waiting for was not here yet, she even tried to call him but he was not answering.

Reina said quietly. Now the four mature humans stood under the rain, Langit witnessed the cracks and loss of half the soul and trust of Green Elira Natusha, a woman he knew as an underachieving student, a woman he knew has a high social character, and the woman who has made him fell for her. "You must be Green, right? I'm Reina, are you sure you don't feel the need to hear anything from Alta? You came all the way from Jakarta to see him, right?" Reina asked Green who was completely reluctant to look at her and Alta.

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

I moved forward, ready to attack the centaur whose chest was bleeding from where I had ripped it. He circled around me, trying to find an opening, but was coming up short. "Come get me, bastard." I growled, flashing my teeth. "Don’t be a little bitch." Bucking up, the centaur kicked out, nearly connecting with my skull, but I managed to jump out of the way. "Who is afraid?" The centaur growled, pulling a dagger from his hip.

He looks very serious, looks like he’s going to kill those unknown with his sharp looks. I think I’ve seen them before, in a book or on the internet. I do guess they are centaurs, a half human, half horse mythical creature. They have the body of a horse and the torso, head, and arms of a man. They were considered to be the children of Iion, king of the Lapiths, and Nephele, a cloud made in the image of Hera. “Hey Moha.” I whispered. “Why?” He asked. “I think I do know what they are.” I said.