Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

"If we don't know which one it was, I'll just kill all of them then." "You can do that?" Holly whispered. Dagon smirked. "I'm one of the Four Horsemen as well, I can be just as deadly at my brother." "Are you War?" Holly asked. If he was as strong as Death he had to be an important one. "No," Dagon frowned. "War is an odd one. If Death has found you, War is not too far away. But I won't let them near you. Just trust me." "No," Holly replied. "I barely know you. For all I know, you could just be trying to trick me."

King Maxwell and Queen Zania were amazed by the accuracy of the dream. When they arrived at the stables they found the applicants eagerly waiting for them. Exactly like in the king’s dream, there was one woman who introduced herself as Laila, whom, exactly like in the dream seemed to know more about horses than everyone else. The group, including the king and queen were walking through the stables when the horses started acting strange. Unlike in the dream where Unity was sick, all the horses were jumpy. They seemed spooked.

“No I haven’t. Unfortunately my father was very particular with my upbringing but now that I am older I plan to travel to every realm.” “Well to answer your question, yes and no. There are many animals that are mistreated in our realm. Some living on streets starving. Many are cruelly killed or abused by their owners. It’s really sad. I ensure to treat my horse well unlike that one in the story.” “I see you are passionate about animals. You ride horses?” “Yes, I have a beautiful mare. I named her Beauty like the horse in the book. I haven’t been out to the stables in a while though.”

The sea god was so fascinated by the horses that he forgot all about Demeter, and leaped on one and rode off. Later he made another herd of green ones with the fish-like tails for his undersea stables. But Demeter kept the first herd, from that all the horses in the world have descended. Some say it took Poseidon a full week to make the horse. During that time he made and cast aside many other creatures that didn't come out all right. But he simply threw them away without killing them, and they made their way into the world later. From them have come the camel, the hippopotamus, the giraffe, the donkey, and the zebra.

Jackie took up one of the drawings and unfolded it carefully. It looked extremely brittle because of its age. The signature on it had faded a little, but the markings of the actual drawing were still crisp and clear. The horses depicted in the drawing had athletic and toned bodies. They marched along the river in triumph, a picture of strength and unity. The signature and the artistic choices made told Holly that this was a drawing from the Wild Horses series by Gunther Hockney. Gunther was a famous artist in the 1800s. No other painters could draw horses as well as he could.

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.

"You're an Omega, lady Annalisa. You can't die from falling off a horse. I'm ninety nine percent sure." I gave the horses a thorough look. One of them was white and the other was black with an insignia of Trinigad — it was a royal horse, similar to the one Amelia and Rhea rode in the riding hall. I imagined myself riding on one of the horses and it didn't sit well with me. Tons of time I'd watched Amelia and Rhea ride on their horse, and as much as they seemed to enjoy equestrian pursuits, I couldn't imagine myself enjoying it.

Prologue Early 2000s The whining of the horses at the ranch made my heart race, but I refused to back down. Fear wasn’t going to win today. “I’m not scared of horses,” I muttered to myself, as if saying it out loud would make it true—or maybe scare off whatever ghosts made these creatures seem so intimidating. I pushed the wooden stall door open and stepped inside. The chestnut brown filly stood tall, her coat gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the barn window. This was Honey, my dad’s favorite.

He replied with a cheerful smile and led me out of the room. Horse races were a common thing here and Lorak always staked his money on a horse named Hallowell and it never won! He had hopes that someday, Hallowell will finally claim the title of the fastest horse in Silvermoon, but I had a feeling that his bubble might just be bursted yet again.

'Welcome, sir,' 'Uhm, the animals are looking good.' 'Yes, it's their free day.' 'Won't the animals escape? Like those horses are straying away.' I said, pointing to some horses running off. 'Horses have a high sense of loyalty. No matter how far they wander, they will always return to their master, especially when they are treated well.' He replied smilingly. 'And, there are fences around, didn't you pass a gate?' The woman chipped in with a nasty tone, eyeing my outfit with disdain.