Fallen Crest Horse Novels & Stories

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.”

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

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.

"Of course it's fun. When it runs, the feeling is amazing. I'll teach you in a bit." Heh… this was promising. Since Madeline had brought it up herself, I'd take advantage of the moment on horseback. I quickly fitted the horse with a double saddle and led the tall chestnut horse over to her. "Wow! It's so tall up close!" Madeline stared at it, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, I'll help you get up and try." I took her hand and led her to the stirrup on the side. Before she could react, I grabbed her left ankle and placed it into the stirrup.

He added and climbed the horse. On the other hand, Crimson was having fun, as Alpha Zaid put her up on a challenge to see who will ride faster, this is because he want her to reach the end of the cliff and when he horse can’t stop, she will fall off the cliff and he will be her rescuer, well that did happened according to his plan, he intentionally slow down and when Crimson screamed excitedly on reaching the end of the cliff first, she tried to stop it but the horse instead threw her off and she fall off the cliff, her hand held a part of it, she screamed.