Famous Fictional Horses Novels & Stories

She stroked the horse’s face gently. “You’re his wife. He won’t be that heartless to you,” the stable hand reassured her with a smile. “Can I ride her? She’s beautiful,” Aurora asked, admiring the horse. “Of course, ma’am. This one’s called Gladis. She’s the boss’s favorite. The old stable handler told me she’s the oldest horse here—and the one the boss never jokes about. I’m glad you came tonight. Horses aren’t for decoration. They deserve to work, not just be admired.”

Their expressions were just as cold and stern. Ding Hao glanced at them casually and discovered that the horses that these people rode all had hair that was as black as ink. The horses were more than two meters tall and their four legs were strong and nimble, just like ferocious beasts. They were Dark Cloud Lion Beasts which were also called half-demon horses. It was said that they possessed a demonic bloodline. They could travel 5000 miles in the day and 1500 at night. They were extremely handsome and each horse was worth several thousand dollars.

I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite. "Alright, now that you've met the pack, come and met the horse." I followed her into the barn and watched her flip on some lights. There behind a wooden door stood a large stallion. He was sandy in color, a black mane falling down his thick shoulders. He was tall and very intimidating. "This is Badger! He's a Lusitano, pretty isn't he?" I nodded at her, keeping an eye on the large beast.

I study hard so that these lessons are not overly long. My favorite classes are the ones outside. I take riding lessons from Olf, the groom. The castle keeps horses, but also keeps a dozen Sleipner beasts, the eight legged horses that some royalty ride. Sleipner’s can only be ridden by one person. They are incredibly loyal and don’t tolerate any other rider, with the exception of Birgir. He can ride anything.

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

Shortly thereafter, he shifted his attention back to me, the anticipation of his words hanging in the air. “Have you ridden a horse before?” he asked and I raised a brow. No I haven’t ridden one before. While I had witnessed countless portrayals of horse riding in movies and games, the experience had eluded me. The closest encounter with a horse-like creature had been a black pony, a birthday gift for Kate. Tragically, the pony's life was cut short, despite Kate's fantasy of becoming a queen with a pony sidekick. Her uncle, who owned a ranch, had presented the pony in pursuit of her whimsical dreams.

Obviously! "I'm feeding the horses." "Hmm." Anastasia took two apples and stretched it to a brown horse. The horse bent it's neck and ate from her hands. "Good job, Lillian." "You know her name?" Kai asked as he closed the gap between them. "Yeah. I know all thier name. This is Bonnie and Bonita. They are twins." Anastasia pointed at the two horses and Kai nodded. "And of course, this is Lillian, Kent, Jennie, Blake, Rebecca, Kiki...

I said, looking at the bigger horses. “This is Max, Fiona, Caramel, Felix and Angel,” he said, and I chuckled. “You name your horses,” I said, and he nodded his head. “Of course,” he said, rubbing his head. They are all different colours. The two smaller ones, which he did mention their names, look like Max and Caramel, so I can tell these horses birthed them. Max was the biggest; maybe that’s why he named him Max. “Touch him,” he said, and I moved forward. I touched the horse softly, and his head moved to me.

Apparently, Fawn’s very own fairy dream man doesn’t. A horse neighing breaks my concentration, so I glance around, and I better remember this dream when I wake up because this is some prime fantasy novel fodder. Maybe I could finally write that book. The horses, two of them, one pristine white with a very pale pink mane, tail, and hair around the feet, the other solid black. They were huge, muscular horses with the big hairy feet the Clydesdales are known for. Wowza! The white horse was eyeing me from the side. So I smiled at her, and she threw her head and nickered.

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.