Dark Horse Novels & Stories

Beautiful creature. Andrew came up beside me and I tore my eyes away from the horse to look up at him. “I’ve been calling this one Dexter,” he told me. “Why?” I asked. “Because he’s a little psycho and very wild.” I just shook my head and looked back at the horse. The horse was still running amuck inside the pen and showed no signs of slowing down. This one was going to be fun to work with. I heard Andrew lightly sniffing the air and I looked up at him.

Rhychard spat as he jerked his blade from the dead pimp. As Jerome's body hit the ground, the dark elf was upon him. Rhychard had enough time to parry a thrust, keeping him from becoming a Warrior shish kabob. He backed up quickly, trying to regain his breath. The black stallion cantered to Rhychard's other side, trying to put him between horse and elf. The gargoyle hovered in the air just in front of him. He had had worse odds. "So, your motorcycle has some great horsepower." Rhychard continued to back up as the others drew closer. "Do you put oats in the tank or does the horse drink gasoline? I'm a little confused as to how it all works."

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity. Lukas, the infamous p**n star known as "The White Horse," was in the house. His 10-inch cock was legendary, and his love for black women was the stuff of fantasy. But tonight, he wasn't here for work. He was here to let loose, to dance, and to maybe find a willing partner to satisfy his carnal desires.

{Oh, right. The galloping sound of horses is resounding in the area. Two black, strong horses, with beautiful and silky manes, are pulling a lavishly decorated carriage with consistent paces. The coachman is wearing a white military uniform with the symbol of 'K' for the esteemed Knight Household on his shoulder pad. Duke Arklight is sitting in the carriage with a forlorn expression on his face. His silky golden hair is combed stylishly on his head and his piercing hazel eyes are staring at the outside in agitation.

‘Thank you…by the way don’t move close to that type of animals…not all rabbit are docile’. ‘I know, it’s a Dagi rabbit… it paralyzes its prey with the toxins in the claw then eats them up’ ivory explains ‘by the way where’s its claw’. ‘I put them in your bag’ Alfred replies staring at her. ‘Can you guys keep it down, I’m trying to sleep here’ indigo says as he yawns. ‘Well it’s time to wake up, can’t you see it almost dawn’ ivory says looking at the sleepy indigo ‘we should get moving’.

Her friend's scream was piercing but brief. Five wolves were down, seemingly unmoving while Victor got to another's shoulder. The biggest of the group limped to the side, not as fast as before but continuing to get in a bite when he could. Victor jumped over the next one and took a bite at their hips while hitting the other with a strong kick to the jaw. More blood fell and she realized he was toying with them. The back of her knees hit the seat, tipping her into the car as her head throbbed and her chest heaved with leaden gasps. Pins and needles prodded at her.

She didn't realize that in this house, the only way to survive a snake like Victoria is to be a bigger monster. And for the first time, I had the perfect partner in crime.

*Sage POV* I found it strange that Draven wouldn’t just tell me why he had to change the locks again. If it wasn’t serious, he could have just explained. As worried as I am, I can’t let him see it. Not when he is trying so hard to give me a good day. I had a great time bowling, but it was the horses that had made my day so far. The horse I rode was an Appaloosa that looked almost like a Dalmation puppy.