Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

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

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.

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

I couldn't understand why he'd cry for a daughter who humiliated him in the entire kingdom. How can a parent love their child so much? It was foreign to me... A father's love. It was foreign to me and Blaze. Then again, our life was far from normal, so, it really didn't matter to us. He was Blaze Ashford, the future Alpha of the Eclipse Pack and I was Serena Black, the future chosen Luna of the Eclipse pack. We had a duty, responsibility, and commitment to our pack and our pack only. We were the most feared and the fiercest pack in the entire realm. No one handed us the title of the most vicious pack, we earned it.

His world narrowed to the back of his stallion, a sleek, midnight courser named Onyx, and the northern star he used as a guide. By the dawn of the second day, Onyx’s lathered sides heaved like bellows. Foam dripped from the bit. The horse, once proud and fiery, began to stumble on flat ground. “Come on, boy,” Kael urged, his voice a dry rasp. He leaned forward, patting the steaming neck, a gesture that felt like a betrayal. “Just a little farther.” Onyx tried. The loyal heart of the animal fought against its breaking body. Then, on a gentle rise just past a barren creek, the stallion’s forelegs simply buckled. With a terrible, groaning sigh, he collapsed, pitching Kael onto the hard-packed e

She envisioned Cedric playing the winning hand before an olive-skinned sheikh whose eyes flamed when he lost his horses. Cedric swung his cane low over the grass as he strolled. "Was he angry? The man was livid! But I won fair and square in front of a dozen pairs of eyes. Honestly, foreigners don't know how to play whist. Too much impulse and bravado." A wry smile creased Charles's lips. "I take it he was fond of his horses?" "Fond of their lineage," Cedric clarified. "The mares were both sired by his best stallion, an Arabian called Firestorm. Even I couldn't afford to make an offer to buy them."

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

He chomped on his hay, his ears pricked, and I bolted up the doors, taking just a moment to plant a kiss on his furry nose. “I love you,” I said. I stroked his blaze and he butted me. It made me smile. “This is it, boy. Our big moment. It’ll be fun, I promise.” He butted me again like he understood. I took the drive slowly, but we still arrived with plenty of time to spare. I pulled up amongst all the other trailers, and there were riders everywhere in their fancy gear. I spotted Verity’s right at the end of the row, a huge gleaming lorry with the Macau crest on the side. I caught a glimpse of Fleetwood Fancy — Verity’s prize mare — through the other horses warming up. Her mane was all braid

He trailed off, staring at the rise where the trail curved out of the trees, and I followed his gaze in time to see a gray mare crest the hill at a dead run, lathered and stumbling with exhaustion, its rider slumped low over its neck like he'd been holding on through sheer refusal to fall. My heart stopped before my mind caught up to what I was seeing. "Kael.”