Novel & Cerita God Of Horses

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

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.

Fortunately he saved a few, Claire among and the rest, were stuck there, the man he saw earlier included. He appeared right into the basement and caught the attention of Khloe, Maria and John who were on their devices, computers and phones, trying to technologically track down Pete. CHAPTER 7 HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE Opening Scene ; Sight catches a glimpse of Azazel in the desert where he was raised from the forever burning inferno, by the hands of the beholder of the spark, John. Repeatedly chanting words which were inexplicit to the ears. The desert sand rose, forming a desert storm. The skies darkened and it was seen and heard, seven lightening struck in the misty, dark and heavy clouds

Horses are bucking, trying to run away, and people are on the ground drawing and weapons as the peacefulness of the forest is shattered by an on rush Of the strangest wolves Andy has ever seen. Now this was the forest that her father the lord of the hunt, or as the mortals called him the horned God claimed as his own. As such it was a haven for many strains and sometimes dangerous creatures, but none of them were dumb enough to attack the master of the woods or any of his court. Which made this even stranger, as cloud dancer spun just in time to kick one of the walls that was making a leap for Andy she was able to get a good look at it.

Everyone fell silent because he gained their attention. "I will have to skip the pleasantries, because we have rather...pressing issues in our hands," Nathan hissed at the end and our eyes met. "You will regret it." That was the message my eyes sent to him. Father sat at the head of the table because he was the most powerful Alpha present, followed by me at his side, then the Riverdale pack and the others spread out from there to the end. "Now," Nathan held his hands together, maintaining his charisma. "It is already a known fact that the vessel that hosts the power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Elijah explained. “What do you mean when you say “Whatever he can?” Michael asked leaning forward. “I mean he will use any creature he can get on his side. From any God Sect that will listen.” Elijah clarified. ***END FLASHBACK*** “So Uncle EJ is the Christian God?” Aria asked me. “That’s what he said.” I confirmed. “Do any of you stick to just one partner?” Aria asked the Gods and Goddess’ in the room. “When you’ve lived as long as we have it doesn’t really matter.” Chaos answered.

"I'll try harder." "Don't try," Am Heh got up, his tanned skin almost golden in the light, enhancing every perfect muscle. "Just do it. Now, back to where I was. Yes, you might be new but from what I have seen and heard I can think of none better to trust my most precious possessions with." Ishaq swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Listening attentively as Am Heh explained their purpose and what he needed to do. It was more complex than with ordinary hounds for these were beasts of myth, created purely for the God's alone.

22 A dragon! He was a god-damned, fire-breathing, humongous, large toothed dragon-kind Miaka had never seen a real dragon before and was as blown away by him as Kai was. Kai quickly jumped out of the way as the guy shifted, but even as a dragon, he was no match for a God. Kai - being a war God - had no real chance at losing any battle - dragons or not. Miaka ran to the small wooden stage to congratulate her hero, but her efforts were misplaced, she soon found, as the people of the town did not want to forgo the execution.