Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

My eyes widened as I watched everything unfold. The horse had a light brown body. Its mane, legs, tail and snout were a darker shade of brown. A white line traced down from its forehead down to its nose. In the manner that it behaved, the horse came from the mountains. And those horses were not used to other creatures other than their own kind. I looked into its eyes. It was in panic, horrified that a rope held it back. “My deepest apologies for the ruckus, Your Highness,” Lord Cyrus knelt before me. He continued, “This horse still needs more time to be trained.”

But the staff were surprisingly quick to accept it and some even congratulated us which stunned me for a time. I am so proud of Lance and my happy bubble has been growing each day. Today I am out riding on another two-year-old colt training them to accept a rider has been my job since I was a teenager. This one is one of the best I have trained, he accepted the saddle with relative ease and even seemed eager to let me get on his back. We named him Stripe because he has a black stripe that runs the length of his spine, and he is fast.

As soon as she settled into the middle of the chute and Crobin was ready to go, he pulled his hand from the chute gate and nodded his head. The gate workers let the mare loose and Corbin held on tight. His holding on did nothing to help his poor ass though. He was flung right off that mare's back when she turned sharply and he landed straight on his backside. Over the noise of the arena, I could hear the wind being knocked out of him before he fell to his side. The mare kept bucking as she moved away and I stood there at the chute watching as Corbin slowly moved to get up. One of the cowgirls working in the ring had to shield him with her horse to keep that crazy mare away from him.

Then appreciatively murmurs, “So adventurous.” He twines his fingers with mine and we stroll toward an enormous, stately building. There’s a lot of activity, bustling about, and coming and going from staff and guests. Nick is immediately greeted, and he introduces me to the facility owner, Trevor. This man is our designated representative, and he already has our horses picked out and warmed up. Nick’s steed is a strapping and gleaming black stallion. Soooo magnificent. I’m presented with a stunning Friesian that looks docile and elegant. He’s breathtaking and I’m a little nervous (or embarrassed) that I’m not the skilled rider he deserves.

“Rican, I was distracted for a moment today. I accidentally fell off my horse. It was not on purpose, and it was the same back then. It was not my idea. It was my mother and the others. They…” “The past is over.” He sounded a little impatient. I didn’t dare to speak again. We waited silently for the medical staff to come over. Trevor’s POV: Ailina chooser red pony. On the pony’s forehead, there was a white lightning shape, which looked imposing. She smiled and said, “This horse looked so handsome. I want to choose this one.” Everyone laughed at her for choosing the weakest one. The staff member said, “Miss Wilson, the horse looked quite imposing. But to be honest, it is a very weak horse. La

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

We listened to mom being as gracious as she could in congratulating me on being a co-owner of the ranch. I showed some excitement in my voice and said, "On top of that, my horse arrived today, and his name is Dustin. He is a descendent of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horses right here in Texas. He is beautiful mom. We went into town today and picked up my new saddle and all the other stuff I need to work the range. I'm going to get grandpa to saddle him up tomorrow so we can go for a ride."

It was as restless as its master. The huge black horse rose on its hind legs, rearing its fore legs in the air, a trembling neigh coming from the large animal. The action caused the squire to fall on his back with a thud. The horse neighed and continued to rear on its hind legs, moving rather unsteadily. The poor squire who was barely a decade and 4 years old was in danger of being crushed under its big hooves.