Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

One of the horse's legs was hit by the trap, so he could no longer go anywhere and turned wary of anyone who approached him. When Cornell looked at the horse's neck, he actually found the Alison family's knightly crest there. The horse that Cornell had just found did belong to Valencia. But even after Cornell searched in various directions, he couldn't find the whereabouts of the person who was supposed to be riding the horse.

However, walking away from Nolan was not an option, not with my dad still depending on the Winston family's medical hookups. I was stuck. Half an hour later, I showed up at Skycrest Estate, right on schedule. Dragging my bruised self through the grand entrance, I felt like a total mess in my baggy hospital scrubs, standing out like a sore thumb in the glittering hall. Nolan's crew was lounging around a long table, throwing me looks that mixed pity with scorn.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

I say in frustration. “I don’t see why she can’t try dating someone in India,” Ronnie says. “Are you serious? That’s a horrible idea. Are you saying that because she’ll end up with a guy your parents have handpicked?” “It’s not a bad idea.” Jake, my stable manager, has Dash all saddled up for me. He used to be a racehorse a few years back, but he’s retired now. We had to spend quite a bit of effort to get him trained to become a trail horse, since racehorses are so unruly for the average person to ride. His official racing name was “Dash from the Box.” The names we register our horses as can’t be used by anyone else, so many of the registered names are long and strange and end up with barn n

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

We first went to the horse stable which was on the right side of the terrain. "Lots of horses!" Joseph shouted, still excited. "Hey reunion." Hasel teases him. "HA.HA.HA." Joseph had a fake laugh. They’re teasing each other everyday. A day wouldn’t pass without them teasing each other. "Can we ride?" I asked the keeper of the stable. "Opo mam, pwede po." "One!" Manong's horse picked us up, mine was white which was not very big. It's just my first time riding it and I haven't thought of a bigger horse yet.

Ch-63 “I apologize for the intrusion. But I would like to watch the challenge that the crown prince would take with the Vampire. I only heard his greatness from others. How he defeated the first prince in the challenges during the king selection. I heard that the first Prince wouldn’t even be able to raise his bow, sword, or any weapons. I would like to watch his greatness and skills. Can I have the privilege to see that, your highness?” Abigail interrupted before King Gerald could ask to replace Austin with Orion.

He looked curiously over the open green hills that faded into a clean forest toward the edges and at the horses grazing contentedly in the fields. The horses were Marsh Tackies, a rare breed specific to Carolina, closely related to the Banker Horse of the Outer Banks, as they are also descendants of the Colonial Spanish horses brought to America. They were Mauricio’s pride, feeling a close connection to them as both of their roots were bound to Spain. Richard pulled into the circular driveway and entered through the front door, finding his Uncle Edward relaxing on the back lanai. Edward stood up and embraced him, then settled back into his chair as Richard took a seat on the love seat adjace

The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so. Alcina had been riding since she could walk, her Aunt had insisted she had lessons as it was only proper that a young lady understood horses, the Royal family grew up around them so Alcina needed to do too. She approached the stallion slowly talking to him quietly as she did so and when she got level with the groom she held out her hand to him, his ear pricked forward and he blew through his nose not quite trusting her. She

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.