Fantasy Carriage Company Novels & Stories

“Alright, you can come, but remember…, you have to stay by my side at all times, no wandering around.., or fighting anyone on your own. You follow my lead.., okay?” Her eyes beamed with happiness, “Yes,” she responded. I pecked her lips before I took her hands and headed to the door. Since my legs were terrible, a carriage was prepared for me while the rest of my men rode in horses. After getting help from the servants to settle into the carriage, Rayell followed shortly. The carriage was a war carriage, for it had Ammon’s attached to the window and all safety equipment to protect the passenger and unknown attackers…. We set on moving, and the carriage walked the square rivers. We alighted t

It was the woman in black robe whom old Harry talked about just now. The woman in black robe didn't notice Chu Xun. She was driving a carriage. Chu Xun didn't know what a carriage was called in the Subterranean Devils Realm, because the carriage was pulled by a beast of burden that was a low-level demonic beast. It was shaped like a horse and didn't have a strong fighting ability. Its only merit was that it had good stamina and could travel a thousand miles in a day. The Subterranean Devils Clan tamed this type of beasts and used them to pull the carriage.

His eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted to meet her. RUMBLE. The sound of heavy wheels on gravel broke the silence. Oreon’s eyes snapped open. He looked toward the road that wound down the cliffside. Eltonia scrambled off his lap, smoothing her dress. Her heart was pounding in her throat. A carriage was coming down the path. It wasn't a merchant cart. It wasn't a farm wagon. It was a black carriage, well built and ominous, pulled by four black horses. On the door, painted in silver, was the crest of a crescent moon and a balancing scale.

My gaze slid past everyone and landed on the bridal carriage sitting in the corner. Pearls studded every inch of it, catching the light in a soft glow. Nobody knew that while our parents had spent all their time nursing Lena through one fake illness after another, every single one of those pearls—normally something an elder in the family dove for by hand—had been gathered by me, one trip after another, into the ocean, myself. I stared at that carriage, my voice coming out rough. "And the carriage?" My father frowned. "We'll have another one made for you later. This one goes to Lena for now."

That sounds incredible. So I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to impress some females at the academy. As I walked out of the shop, I noticed a massive carriage. I wasn't exaggerating when I said "huge." It was the same height as the three-story-tall shop. This was the first time I'd seen a carriage like this, and upon closer inspection, it wasn't made of wood. Instead, it is constructed of metal. The person in charge of the two massive horses came down and approached us.