Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

From the very first meeting, Edwin for Felix became the embodiment of an ideal, noble ruler, and the young man listened to his every word with special trepidation and attention. The war stallion of the King of Ligiriya, nicknamed Zhemchuzhny, glanced sideways at Hawk with a wary gray eye, nervously bit the bit and beat his hoof on the ground. His light color gave off a pearlescent sheen, reminiscent of pearls, which is why the horse received such a bright name. Having spent a lot of time next to Belian and Granit, Felix clearly saw the blood of the Nullards flowing in Zhemchuzhny’s veins. Edwin patted the stallion on the neck soothingly and cast a stern glance towards the castle visible on t

“Some local championships are going on. Some starting tomorrow. Maybe your friend Willa will take you along. You have to see what it is like." With that, he strode away. I headed to the house. And right on call, Willa had come to search for me the next day. Horses were a thing in this part of Veridian. Although they used cars as well. But it was on rare occasions. Back in the north, our wolves and cars were okay. I rode behind Willa on the back of her white horse which I learned the name was Winner. She named him that because she wanted a name similar to hers and a name that meant something.

What is my surrogate father planning? The sounds of hooves pawing on the cloister and the occasional snorts from my beloved horse distracted me from the endless pondering. I walked to where our handsome animals were resting and munching on their share of wet grasses. They were the best breed in the region of Siberia—strong like a mountain ox and fast like stormy wind. The Cossacks gave them to our hunters as a friendship tie many years back. We took great care of them and trained them since they were just foals.

****** As they approached the stable, Penelope noticed how the horses snorted and neighed as they got close to them. She remembered that wolves had a natural affinity towards horses and wondered if any rogue pack would attack them. However, they were reassured by Rusell that they had picked the best horses that could outrun any pack. Penelope chose a chestnut horse, it had a beautiful coat and was fast. Liam, on the other hand, chose a black stallion that was majestic and strong. They were given saddles and the necessary equipment. Liam checked the saddle and tightened the girth strap before mounting the horse. Penelope followed suit, and soon they were galloping out of the Packhouse.

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

The teacher and I were old-not-so-good friends. "Well, well, well" he said, clapping his hands. I rolled my eyes and my teacher continued, "Look who decided to join us, our runaway bride. " He mocked. God help me if I survived this class without bashing his head in.

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

I could only guess that the horse belonged to Seth. “His name is Neul.” Seth materialized behind me, nearly causing me to jump. “He's the fastest horse in all of Farindoria.” He walked over to the horse and stroked his mane. “He's beautiful.” That I could say honestly. Neul looked like a true king's horse, looking surely more noble than the asshole who was about to climb on his back. Correcting the smile on my face, I turned to Seth. “How far are we going?”

I exhale in relief and now, I remember that there is a stable. A pang of nostalgia hits me, remembering the last time I had ridden with Ozar. During that time, the wind was in my hair and the thrill of freedom coursed through my veins. Quickly, I begin to head toward the stables. The stable boys are already at work, tending to the horses when I catch the sight of a familiar one—the horse with a chestnut coat and a white star on its forehead. It was the same horse I rode upon that day with the king.