Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

Both of his pupils shined blue, similar to the two thick strands of shiny-blue whiskers spiraling down from both sides of his cheeks. Creed almost pissed his pants after noticing that the creature was glaring back at him from inside the mind palace. This beast was his first mount-type Soul Armas named Cursed Stallion. "What the hell is this creature?" Creed murmured with eyes falling out of their sockets, "Cursed Stallion… In which fucked-up universe does this mutant creature look like a stallion?" Creed was speechless. This beast didn't look like a mount at all, but some kind of terrifying existence that he should not mess with.

Her dad stayed outside for a while, his stance wide, and his arms crossed like a warrior guarding a treasure. A few days later, Celine was walking through the stables and saw a new horse. A beautiful grey Dutch Warmblood gelding. She stopped one of the stable hands and asked, “Who is this?” “That’s Apollo.”, he said. “He came this morning. You just missed the owner.” “He’s beautiful.”, Celine said and cooed to the beautiful male. “He’s tall.”, she said admiring the horse. “And his color is gorgeous.”

She fell in love with him when she saw him. The next horses were ours but Dad and Mom didn't want to ride them. They took care of them. Meet Storm and her mother Sasa. Storm is also a brown horse with a white line from his head to his mouth but he's darker. Sasa, on the other hand, is a golden brown horse. Storm gots it's darker color because Apple is his father. I heard my mom shout so it's time to go. With one last look, I left the stables and went inside the house.

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

Rivendell Runs summons a surge of energy so impressive it’s as if someone has injected him with a combination of Relentless and drugs. He belts towards the finish, past Twilight Grey and Captain Tom. As the two of them cross the line, there is a hum in the crowd as everyone looks round, bewildered. Who won? “The winner is….. Rivendell Runs,” confirms the commentator as a deafening roar surges through the racecourse. “Followed by Captain Tom in second, Twilight Grey in third and in fourth place is Prancing Pony.” “Fucking cunt,” curses Chris, shaking his head. It’s not clear if he’s referring to his horse or Scott.

The journey to the castle was a long, slow, and tedious. Most of the way was up hill and the path was rocky. The mid morning sun shown brightly as cottony white clouds floating bye on a sea of rich blue sky. The trees started to show tinges of yellow, orange, and red. The early signs of autumn were approaching. The air had a warm feel but a crisp smell. Cassia stepped on a rock and stumbled. She lightly tweaked her ankle which earned an “Ouch!” With a hiss of pain. Her companions paused to check on her. The large black horse nudged her with his mussel. “I’m alright….. you know we need to give you a name. Something other than horse.” Cassia looked at the great beast. “What is your name?” She

Back then, Celeste was still an employee of Spencer, and all her female colleagues were attracted by Damon's good looks. He had dashed to the hospital with her on horseback back then. It had to be just as quick now, right? Celeste gazed at his upright figure, unable to calm down for a long time. Damon's purebred horse was already tall and mighty, and his own temperament was dignified and noble. Among the many petite jockeys, he was inevitably outstanding.

Silence fell among the group. "Mr. Preston, I just inquired. Blaze is not doing well. It seems like the Taylors' horse trainer neglected to check the horse properly. The leg injury went unnoticed. "The horse barely made it through the race and collapsed at the finish line. Oh, the poor horse!" Preston's assistant secretary chimed in. The two of them echoed each other, clearly having arranged it beforehand. "How's Blaze's leg?" Zoe asked with feigned concern. "Its leg is completely fractured. It might have to be euthanized!"

"You're an Omega, lady Annalisa. You can't die from falling off a horse. I'm ninety nine percent sure." I gave the horses a thorough look. One of them was white and the other was black with an insignia of Trinigad — it was a royal horse, similar to the one Amelia and Rhea rode in the riding hall. I imagined myself riding on one of the horses and it didn't sit well with me. Tons of time I'd watched Amelia and Rhea ride on their horse, and as much as they seemed to enjoy equestrian pursuits, I couldn't imagine myself enjoying it.

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.