Fantasy Carriage Company Novels & Stories

Shortly before midnight, an oversized horse-drawn carriage emerged from the gate of an ancient mountain castle. Six sturdy steeds, each one black as the night and bred for this exact purpose, propelled the carriage forward. Thick, specially reinforced springs supported each axle near the wheels, but even so, the vehicle still sank noticeably to the rear. Even this late in spring, the night air here in the mountains was brisk, chilled further by a light wind that blew across the barren landscape from the north. Partially veiled by a thin layer of clouds, a three-quarter moon spilled pale illumination over the road, providing barely enough light for the driver to see by. Two servants from the

Sparks shower into the air from the friction, illuminating the grotesque, spiked hull of the war-carriage and the jagged runes carved into its side that channel raw, synthetic dark magic. I draw my daggers, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Daryl as the reinforced steel doors of the carriage slide open with a loud, mechanical hiss. The remaining vanguards around us ready their weapons, forming a desperate semi-circle of steel and moonlight around the platform, their breathing ragged and tense as they await whatever nightmare is about to emerge from the iron belly of the beast.

I just hoped that it wouldn't lead to any unwanted consequences in the future. The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a warm glow on the horizon. The pack had risen early, and the camp was a flurry of activity. Tents were rolled up and belongings were packed away as we prepared to continue our journey. Horses were harnessed to carriages, their breath visible in the cool morning air. I stood by our carriage, overseeing the preparations. The carriage was large, capable of accommodating several people comfortably. It had been specially designed for our journey, with sturdy wheels and ample space for supplies. Marcus and Stephanie were already inside, ensuring that everything was secure

We will follow behind and meet you there with the cavalry. Lawrence turned to the chariot. It was basically a wooden platform atop a long axle connecting two great wooden wheels, drawn by two immense black horses. The carriage was made of shiny lacquered red wood and had space enough for about three people to sit or stand. A leather awning and curtains could be removed during battle, but for now, they hung down, giving the passenger some privacy.

Carved like an offering. The carriage waiting at the gate was nothing like the wooden carts from home. It was made of blackened iron, etched with sharp runes and trimmed in silver, drawn by two towering, snorting beasts that might have once been horses—if horses had eyes like coals and breath like smoke. Kael opened the door himself. He didn't gesture for me to enter. He shoved me in first. The inside was velvet and shadow. The moment I stumbled onto the seat, he followed, closing the door behind us with a soft click that sounded far too gentle for the violence he carried in his voice.

Their carriage arrived without ceremony. No golden crest adorned its side, no spell shimmered across its wheels. It was a plain thing by comparison—dark wood dulled with wear, the lamps unlit, the windows draped in frost-laced curtains that filtered the world outside into dim shapes and flickering light. A quiet summons rather than a grand retrieval. The sort of carriage used to collect help—not heirs.

"Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here." "Didn't you always want to see the aurora borealis? Once you recover, I'll put aside pack business and take you there." "By the way, that sapphire necklace you've wanted for a long time... I ordered it for you. You'll receive it after the ritual." "If I could, I would only want to grow old with you, protecting you forever..." Listening to his plans for the future, tears streamed down my face. We wouldn't make it to that future.

"You're just a walking, dripping pussy right now. You'd do anything to get fucked." Cherry let out another little whimper. "Oh, god, yes," she moaned. "Th-that's my car." She indicated a Ford saloon and started searching for her keys in her bag. "At least it's bigger than Julia's," Lucy commented. Squeezing into the back of the sports car Julia Calvin drove had given her cramp on more than one occasion.

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

She just have to be herself and that made her happy. The entourage of cars were about to get to the wedding venue when the driver of Thandi’s car suddenly stopped. Why are we stopping? Thandi asked. She did not want to be those brides that arrived late at their weddings. I’m sorry Ma’am, I was instructed to stop because your carriage is here, the driver explained. Thandi opened the window and could not believe her eyes. In front of her was the most beautiful white carriage with gold wheels. Pulling it were two perfect white horses. In front of the carriage was at list twenty Jobe men ridding black stallions.