Dark Horse Novels & Stories

“Do you know who this belongs to?” Her eyes widened. She turned to someone behind me. I met her gaze and it was her lead Warrior, Dara, who stood outside. “Warriors have it here.” She replied. “Why?” Why did she look at Dara? That was heavily suspicious. “This horse tail is expensive and few. Can only be found at Black Hills.” She scoffed. “Oh please. Boots and Rivers market sell anything. And the ones in Black Hills’ could be a cheap copy.”

In his gaze there was an amazing spark of intelligence, unusual for an animal. So they stood opposite each other - the dog studied the girl, and the girl studied the dog. The dog had incredible blue eyes. Anika had never seen anything like this before. The fur, completely black and shiny, shimmered in the sun. A beautiful and well-groomed dog. True, it was not possible to decide on the breed. Similar to a shepherd, but very large, probably the size of a St. Bernard, if not larger. If she stood on her hind legs, she would definitely be taller than the girl. Probably one of a rare breed or a cross, and one that could be worth a lot of money. This made Anika think that she could have been kidna

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Senya I put my helmet on to get on top of my horse Gravyer. I had him ever since I was a child. He's quite old now but no horse can come over Gravyer, chocolate Arabian with a white diamond in the center of his forehead. My feet in the stirrups as I gently kicked his flank to make him move forward. "To Mystic Forest."

I whipped around in a circle dodging the other front leg and slashed again. The dragon let out a howl then slowly, like a felling tree, the creature came crashing down. Blood soaked the ground as it pumped out of the wounds I'd left in the beast. The golden hazel eyes swirled. I landed in front of one of its eyes. The Aurora Sword shortened. I slipped it back up my arm with a command.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."