Dark Horse Novels & Stories

It was then that I realized how weird that sounded. “He’s my horse, well actually he’s my mother’s horse, we named him Gentle mine is Force, I went for a ride and he got freaked out by something and ran off which made me fall and hurt my palms and knees, Damon saw me and helped. Oh, can you get someone to go look for him? He’s not very familiar with the wildlife all alone.” Xander kept silent for a second or two, then nodded. “I’ll get someone to look for it.”

He is still far, but he could reach and attack me in just a second. Suddenly I heard someone slam the heavy front door open and as I turned my head, all I saw was Eaton, who was running, as he shifted into his wolf form, towards the figure hiding behind the shadow. The figure swiftly turns around and runs away quicker than a bolt of lightning. “EATON NO!” I yelled as I tried to reach Eaton’s fur as he ran past me. My heart is pounding hard and I run into the woods trying to stop Eaton but now he is nowhere to be seen.

” Dylan tightened his jaw while waving his whip frantically. “Kiiiiiiik!” The horse neighed as they surged into a gallop. 'Come on! Faster! Faster!' His piercing eyes cut through the darkness of the capital in front of him. Determined to get rid of everything that stands in his way, and make the blue fireball that is continuously shot into the night sky his goal.

Kane mind-linked Darius. "Yeah... about that..." Before Darius could speak further... A small commotion near the entrance drew everyone’s attention. A group of Shadow Pack warriors, dressed in formal black with the pack’s silver crest on their chests, entered, carrying several large, beautifully wrapped gifts. Two maids followed closely behind, one leading a stunning black stallion by a silver lead. The horse was magnificent—tall, powerfully built, with a glossy coat that seemed to drink in the moonlight and a proud arch to its neck. A gift befitting an Alpha.

the woman scoffed. They reached the woods where a man was sitting on a big rock. He had tan skin, muscular body and black eyes, his hair tied up in a man bun. "Oh, look forest. The adopted son of Maddox Dasher is here," Pedro said in a mocking tone as his finger pointed at Conrard. "Maddox Dasher is here, too..." there came a stern voice of Maddox himself. His face sterner than ever. He was angry. "Oh, my, my. Look at you...the aloha of the Czar pack...the King of the Vegas!" Pedro raised his hands to the sky.

Jaden added. “I’m excited!” David exclaimed. “Now, hold on tight. I’ll be going faster.” Sean told them and steps on the accelerator. The boys shouted in excitement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON It’s almost time. Hercules thought as he wipes the blade of his sword. I’m excited to “accidentally” kill that Black Dragon. He wickedly smiled. He heard a car coming nearer and know that Black Dragon is almost there.

He threw back his head and let out a sharp, piercing whistle that echoed through the dark canopy of the forest. From the dense tree line, a massive, demonic warhorse emerged. The beast was entirely midnight black, with a thick mane that seemed to catch the shadows of the night. It looked as fierce and merciless as its master, its hooves striking the stone altar with a heavy, thundering thud. Dominic mounted the stallion in one fluid, powerful motion, keeping Rosalie pinned securely against his chest with one massive arm wrapped around her waist. He gripped the reins with his free hand, digging his boots into the horse's flanks.

From the very first meeting, Edwin for Felix became the embodiment of an ideal, noble ruler, and the young man listened to his every word with special trepidation and attention. The war stallion of the King of Ligiriya, nicknamed Zhemchuzhny, glanced sideways at Hawk with a wary gray eye, nervously bit the bit and beat his hoof on the ground. His light color gave off a pearlescent sheen, reminiscent of pearls, which is why the horse received such a bright name. Having spent a lot of time next to Belian and Granit, Felix clearly saw the blood of the Nullards flowing in Zhemchuzhny’s veins. Edwin patted the stallion on the neck soothingly and cast a stern glance towards the castle visible on t

Grace said with genuine pleasure. Grace had no idea what a Dutch Warmblood horse was, but even she could tell the animal in front of her was stunning. “I thought it was only right you should choose it!” Lucas said happily at Grace’s response. “I will call her Midnight Dancer. Thank you once again, Lucas, please pass on my thanks to your Gang as well!” Grace said. Jacob smiled as he led Midnight Dancer away.

It was like he brought her alive in those mere seconds. She shouldn't let her guard down like this. She should be more cautious around him. A neighing of the horse brought a smile to her lips as she got down the roof with the help of her magic. A huge black Stallion stood there gazing at her. Silvia beamed, "Beast," She said cheerfully as the Stallion rushed over to her and she hugged his neck caressing his wild black locks as he nuzzled into her. She kept petting and caressing him before pulling back.