Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

Kyleigh said, caressing the back of the horse's ear. "They are beautiful," Cassian said with pure admiration. His eyes took in all the beauty of their beautiful golden hairs. These were phoenixes, rare species of horses, magical ones. Their beauty was beyond this world, with white skin and golden hairs, their beauty could amaze anyone. "You sure, he won't know?" he asked. "I'm ready to risk anything for her," Kyleigh said with determination, putting the hood on her head, hiding her brown locks just barely peeking out of her hood.

I just smiled and then we kept walking then we saw the stable. There were four horses in it, I was drawn immediately to the dark horse, something about it was comforting,I moved closer to her and touched her, she let me, like she also felt it too. I was busy with Nyx,(the dark horse), I didn't notice Summer was already speaking to the white horse. "Snow, that's her name, she's just so pure",. summer said. Touching the dark horse "Nyx, I I'll call her Nyx" I said, leaning in such a way that my forehead was resting on Nyx' body.

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

He laughed. Hana acknowledged it too. She thought for a moment and asked, “Speaking of werehorses, do you think they exist in this world too? Or are they exclusive beings of the Underworld?” Her question earned a shrug from him. “I don’t know.” After a moment of deliberation, he added, “But since they are ones of the most popular creatures locally, I think they exist here. People won’t know of their appearance and names otherwise. Although always exaggerated, myths and folklores sometimes have some truth in them.”

Astrid absently noticed the other knights doing much the same with their own normally vicious stallions as Zela closely inspected the small mare. “What is its name?” The little Dryad asked, her eyes afire with curiosity. “More importantly, what is it?” Astrid laughed. “She is a horse and her name is Swift.” “Why Swift?” “Because she runs very fast.” “The Elves have similar looking animals. But their ones look a bit different. Your men all have different ‘horse’ too.” Astrid nodded. “I suppose they do.” Zela gave a sudden bright smile, her cheeks dimpling. “I almost forgot. Heartwood says that I am to come with you and aid you in anyway I can. Kalash affects us all.”

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did

"Any particular reason for keeping this costly breed?" He asked, looking impressed at horses. "My brother, Pratap was fond of horses... He used to organise horse races every year and all royal families used to participate... He is not well this year so I think there will be a halt to the tradition..." He informed. Damon looked around and one horse grabbed his attention. It was charcoal black with a long shiny tail, and there was a white heart shape on its forehead. He loved the way it was shining and the build was impressive.

One who knew something was eating him alive from the inside, and if I didn’t act now, he’d rot before I could dig it out of him. He laced his boots, threw on his gloves, and finally gave me a dry look. “You always this persistent?” “You know I am.” “Tch. Let’s go before I regret this.” I clapped him on the shoulder hard enough to jolt him forward. “There’s the spirit.” The stable smelled like leather, hay, and raw muscle. Just how I liked it. The horses were already out and saddled, their glossy black coats shimmering in the light slicing through the overhead beams. Marcus had picked my favorite—the one I called Crow. Smart beast. Fast as hell. A bastard to control if you didn’t respect him.

He probably heard me since he turned to my direction and came quickly riding his horse, a little faster than usual. He looked marvelous riding a horse, his sultry, dark brown hair bouncing all the way and his deep blue eyes locking into my green ones. His chest broad and his arms quite strong to lead the horse. He just lacked a cowboy hat on his head, but it didn't matter much. "Noah, what are the names of these horses?" I repeated the question once he was near to me. "The brown one is called Coco and the white one is Peggy." "Peggy is unusual, but a sweet name nevertheless."

He had no idea of where he was going but he knew he needed to get away to save the rest of the crew, so he held on and let that pony run. Della's carriage was just arriving at the gardens where her mother and friends had been taking photos before the gala. Everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed, except for Deena, Joy, and Cat, of course, when the most grand and beautiful carriage that the girls had ever seen pulled up. It was being pulled by a team of six of the biggest and most beautiful blue roan andalusian horses ever bred. They were much bigger than an andalusian should have been, genetically altered somehow maybe, like the fresians on the earlier carriage, but they were definit