Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

“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.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

“Alright then. Whoever crosses the finish line first is the winner.” We all walked down to the barn, and Eddie arranged the horses. Due to the fact that Easton had no idea about horses, he was offered a calf to ride on, but he refused, cursing them all out for giving him a baby to ride. So he chose a stallion—the best on the farm and the most stubborn, from what Eddie said. “Babe,” I called after he had struggled for over three minutes to climb the horse. “If you can't do this, then it's perfectly okay to step down from the competition. I will love you either way.”

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

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?

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.