Dark Horse Novels & Stories

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

Because the miracle only came to those who never gave up. *** Without realizing it, days passed quickly. It had been almost a week since Grussel drove me out of the base, and the punishment would end soon. Tomorrow night was the day of the hunting. The Dark Night would be back in action. I heard from Dimas, our target was an animal like a tiger named Orska. I'd only ever heard it. From the illustrations given by him, the creature was like a tiger but bigger. Nearly as tall as an adult human. They hunted for the long fang. At a glance, Orska was similar to the ancient animal Smilodon or saber-tooth lion. The hunt seemed challenging after several days of idling in the clinic of Aunt Saantya.

“I know, but for now, we don’t have a choice. We should find Travion no matter what.” Hadir came back after a few minutes along with a black horse. “This is Dark. Meet Seti and Attisha.” Seti and Attisha were mesmerized upon seeing the majestic horse, especially its golden eyes. The two shifters looked at each other. “Where did you get this?” Set asked. “Oh, Dark… oh well, this is the favorite horse of Master Davie, the one governing this village… and—” “And what?” Seti and Attisha said in unison.

Usually, it’s something totally different, but with Dash, we just shortened it. Valentine’s registered name is “Love comes Quickly” and Thunder’s is “Ahead of the Storm.” “Do you want to ride too?” I ask Ronnie. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt and boots. “Sure.” Without having to be asked, Jake grabs a saddle and proceeds to put it on Dragon, Ronnie’s favorite horse. “Are you ready for the race tomorrow?” Ronnie asks. “I have a good feeling about this new jockey,” I say. “You got a new jockey?” Ronnie looks surprised.

"The road ahead is covered in thorns, Duke!" "You can go back to your comfortable little home. I will not retreat just because a few thorns stand in my way." Derrick did not turn back even once; his entire focus was locked onto a single destination at the end of that forest path. His black horse leaped over large roots protruding from the ground, its powerful legs landing firmly without losing momentum for a second. Years of war had forged the animal into the only creature that truly understood its master's desperation without the need for words.

Hayward yanked the reins to one side, cutting behind a thick tree just in time as it came crashing down behind him. Then it was a foot race. I hate being right; he thought to himself as the beast started catching up. Hayward spurred Nostro onward, but the horse was clearly tiring. He was a desert creature, built to travel for days on end, not a sprinter. Hayward turned around in the saddle so he could shoot at the chimera, though the arrows seemed to hardly scratch its hide.

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

We do not even need to prove his involvement with Astralis any longer. A howl splits the night. I sniff—wild fur, matted with dust. Rogues. Hana urges her horse into a trot, then a canter. As promised, mine immediately follows her lead. The wilderness whips past me at a dizzying rate. A shape lunges from the trees, and a horse screams. It’s a far higher-pitched, more human sound than I ever would have anticipated. It shivers up my spine so sharply that I don’t even notice the world turning on its side, the leather slipping from between my legs, until I hit the ground hard enough to jar my skull and knock the breath from my lungs.

“You can count on forty horses at sunup, thirty-five dollars a horse.” “We’ll be here,” Wilbarger said. “You won’t have to hunt us up.” “Wait a minute,” Call said. “What’s your horse brand, or do you have one?” “I have one,” Wilbarger said. “I brand HIC on the left hip.”“Are your horses shod?” Call asked. “All shod,” Wilbarger said. “Bring ’em if you see ’em.” “What’s HIC stand for?” Augustus asked.

The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi. I later learned from a very drunk Candice, that her and Austin didn't have what one might call, a good start at their relationship, but where they are now, is true happiness. I envy them for finding their happy ending, even though fate fought against them, they made it out on top.