Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

The air shimmered with heat, and the familiar scent of brimstone mixed with hay filled my nostrils. "And this," I said with a flourish, "is where we keep the hell horses." Sebastian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the massive, obsidian-black steeds, their manes and tails flickering with ethereal flames. I approached one of my favorites, a mare named Ember, and stroked her flaming head. The fire licked at my skin, warm but not burning. "Holy shit," Sebastian breathed, his eyes wide with fascination. "They're... beautiful."

“Ford Whitley’s farm?” “Correct.” Fia’s gray eyes lit up. “I want to see Match and Heaven.” Match and Heaven are two Clydesdale horses. They were husband and wife, and they were Conrad’s private horses. Fia loved them the moment she saw them. She was the one that gave them their names. The two horses were almost the same, and their main color was the color of dates. The face, leg, and abdomen had white fur. The stallion was called Match, while the mare was called Heaven.

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.

We didn't go to peddocks like the last time, this time we were making our way towards the front of the stable. My eyes immediately fell on Ginger, her chestnut coat shining in the sunlight as she stood quietly near the stable entrance. Next to her was a sleek white horse that seemed familiar. “That’s Pegasus, right?” I asked Harry, recalling the name he had mentioned when I saw the horse. Harry nodded, patting the horse on the neck with a fond smile. “Yep, my faithful friend here is Pegasus. Right, baby?” Pegasus didn't react, he kept eating the grass and keeping to himself.

Just like before, he pretended like he never heard her. "That's Belle the white horse which as pretty as me." She said pertaining to a white mare. He finds the name of the horses cute most specially the black stallion. He just love that horse like he wanted to ride him. Not that he was fond with animals but this is the first time he got an interest with stallion and feels like wanting to ride on it.

Sebastian digs out of the dirt and says, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Domino his horse was unlike other horses. On the Callem continent there were three main species of horses. Regular Land Horses used by all manners of people, Special Flying Horses used by royal bloods, dignitaries and those of high prestige. Unicorns were the rarest species of horses which when sighted can be seen as a sign of good luck, unicorn sightings were so rare that many doubted it's existence.

I kept my steps light as I crept past them. Chestnut. I needed Chestnut. My favorite horse, loyal and swift, with a warm brown coat that shone even in the dullest light. She was always calm, always steady under my touch. I found her at the far end of the stables, standing quietly in her stall. She lifted her head when she saw me, her large, dark eyes gleaming with recognition.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

Charlotte McCartney At the stable “Now here is Aussie. She's a Fallabella, one of the rarest breeds in the world as well as the rarest breed of horses we have here. Isn't she a darling? And here is Rawrunner we call him that because of how fast he runs, he has won every single race we have signed him off he's more less my favorites”, George said moving from horse to horse. It was obvious that George was having more fun on this tour than most of us. Clearly the boy loved his job.

“I mean, come on. I love Cameron and all, but could Dillon BE any more perfect?” I giggled. Stella was right. Dillon was pretty perfect. I’d harbored fantasies of owning my own horse for an entire year after the visit that summer when I was twelve. Not only had Dillon remembered, he’d gone out and bought me a horse, just to make that fantasy come true. And not just any horse. A thorough bred, racing horse. “Which one is yours?” Stella asked as we approached the stands. All the horses were parading around the race track, the jockeys on their backs.