Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

Needless to say, she's over the moon with this fresh tidbit of info. Yo, the open finals are coming up and everyone's rushing to get their horses ready. Cortland's got two horses, so his mom's warming up the second one while he runs the first. He nails his first run with a clean 16.900. Then it's my turn and Vanna's turn. We both match Cortland's time, so we're feeling pretty good. But we've still got six more runs to go before we can celebrate. Unfortunately, Cortland's second horse hits a barrel and he's out of money. Tough break.

he replied, eyes dark, a smoldering intensity that made my pulse race faster. The world held its breath. The rain fell harder against the cobblestones, and I could barely feel it. My thoughts were scattered. My mind tried to claw back rationality, but it was drowned out by the magnetic force of him standing so close, smelling of rain, danger, and something I couldn’t name but craved.

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

Zen notices my confusion, opening the stall door and saddling the horse "So they don't have the family crest." “Don’t horses have names?” I ask “We don’t know his name, so can we call him by something else?” “You may, but I doubt he would respond to it.” I take in his appearance, but a name like wraith or shadow seems too obvious by his coloring. Maybe something about his height? Mammoth? “I’ll decide along the way.” I nod to myself as Zen finishes up We leave the Manor, and the gates bolt behind us. I cast one last look at the stone towers and haunting façade of SeraphFall.

After a moment, Black Hawk waved his hand and said, “Most of the map is confirmed now. It’s much better than before, like when we were headless flies. I can try to find it manually.” Andrius’ expression improved, and he asked, “Do you know where this map leads to?” “I have a rough idea.” The Black Hawk shook his head. He was not entirely sure, so he could not give a definite answer. Andrius thought about it. Currently, the Crestfall family was on the fast track, and Luna won the championship at the Grand Medicinal Competition. The rise of the Crestfalls was unstoppable. Halle was staying at the Royal Gardens, so there would not be any major issues.

He backed the horse he had chosen and then added a £1000 bet on the little chestnut, he was called Fiery Sunset and it suited him. The little horse danced along to the starting line his tail held high ready for the challenge, unafraid and eager to get going. He had a big heart too, jumping the huge Aintree jumps he kept well away from the others and one by one the other horses fell away. There was a leading pack of about ten horses and he was in sixth place coming round the bend for the last lap. He jumped valiantly still keeping his distance from the others and like a scene from a Disney movie he began to catch the leaders up. With five jumps remaining he moved up to fourth place but it wa

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

She had fought too hard, lost too much to retreat now. Darian Crestfall knelt at the foot of the dais, armor battered, his sword broken beside him. Blood streaked his jaw, dripping into the cracks of the marble. His eyes—once steady as the northern stars—burned with something Serenya could not read. Defiance? Or surrender?