Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

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

In a horse! Just thinking that that would happen makes my heart ache. "Dareb and Liman, that's the name of the stallions. They are the most tamed. When I ride here, I often ride Dareb. I just thought you might like a white horse. Liman is also gentle." I stared at the two horses in front. Right, they looked pretty tamed. But my strange fascination for white horses pushed me to choose Liman. Maybe next time Dareb. Wait, next time? Why the hell I am thinking that there would be next time?

He was the Supreme. Supreme and Princess; young man and young woman; children with exceptional backgrounds and great talent that allowed them to disregard everything, were riding their mounts speedily. Their mounts were Red Maned Horses, and they rode them so swiftly that the creatures moved with the speed of the wind. Their blurry figures were all that could be seen as they raced towards the land that every sane person raced away from.

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

(EL POV) When suddenly, I heard a horse neighing. My mind showed me a picture of myself riding a white horse, it was running freely across the vast grassland. The white satallion… This memory in my head... I had a horse. It flowed back to me, it was Uncle Rankin who gave it to me. What's its name? Phantom, yes. I remembered the day when we catch this elusive wild horse. I was the one who got rid of the ropes around him. He deserves to run freely without the threat of being captured. Yes! I have my own favorite stallion.

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Seeing is believing, she thought wildly, flinging the study door open wide for him to follow and heading straight for her writing desk. “Good God! Was this what you were thinking of when you were watching the races at Randwick ?” He had to be looking at the paintings of the winged horses, commissioned from the artist who illustrated her books. They were hanging on the study wall— inspiration while she’d been writing the story.”Yes. The Mythical Horses of Mirrima,” she answered distractedly.”You should have waited for that one if you want to make a movie of one of my books. It’s the best I’ve done.”

The simple contact makes me shiver as he breaks the rules once more and touches me. “They have had many names, but dead horses are the literal translation of the oldest name I have ever found for them. I train the dead horses in my spare time. We have over fifty of them which we can ride, and they pull our carriages when we aren’t breeding them. Wild dead horses are difficult to train, but perhaps you would like to help me in your new home,” he offers, and it seems honest enough. A dream, really. “I’d really like that,” I say with a cautious smile.