Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.”

Rose climbs up on Lucky whereas Alex climbs on Jimmy both started riding. Mild sun of the hill station in an autumn morning, trifling chilly wind, green grassland with the glistening morning dew, and there were two beautiful horses: one is black, and the other is white both are running together. What an awestruck view it was? More than the horses, the one riding them was attractive and stunning. It was looking like a painting, whoever will come across the view will definitely fell in love with the scenery. Hendrik couldn’t help but click few photos on his mobile of his young master and his madam secretly.