God Of Horses Novels & Stories

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

I saw the figure of the God of Hell as an indescribable image in my mind. I saw Irene, who was my fairy energy form, and Valerie, who was my vampire energy form, flying towards the vortex of dark purple light. Meanwhile, I couldn't summon Maria, who was my wolf. I could only feel the werewolf energy flowing through my veins without being able to shift. Then, instantly, the surrounding ground collapsed inward, creating a massive hole. A red light began to appear in the darkness, creating a blinding spiral of light. From the bowels of the earth, the God of Hell emerged, riding a black horse covered in flames. His form was as imposing as King Hades. His aura of dark power made my skin crawl. An

Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single day if possible. His morning rides were the highlight of his days. He stopped Hera at a small little hilltop and gazed over his lands with awe. In the morning sunlight, he could see the farm already in action. Horses grazed in the pastures. Xerxes was training in the special enclosure designed for him. His staff was going about their duties, moving in and out of the various sheds and buildings. He l

I did not speak to Terrence at all because I ran out to save Oli the moment he walked into my chambers. “What happened?” Dad clenches and unclenches his fists, veins bulging out on his neck. “We were on his trail when all the horses showed up out of nowhere and charged at us.” Dads teeth gnashes as he explains. “What?” I did not expect this. “They looked and acted like they were possessed. I have never seen anything like it,” dad adds and I still can’t believe my ears. “The horses did this?” “No! Your Gamma did this!” Dad roars.

It was really one heck of a march. ... A/N: werehorse - a shapeshifter who can assume the form of a horse

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

"Reveal to me the path to final mastery." The air trembles. The candles flare wildly and then the shadows part. A vision unfolds before me; a monstrous creature, terrible and eternal, bound beneath the surface of the world, buried for centuries. It writhed in its slumber, murmuring for release. A smile spread across my face. If I free it, if I became its vessel… I would no longer be an ordinary wolf. I would be a god. I rise from the altar, my heart racing in my chest. The whispers had grown louder, a chorus of voices promising me anything.

A****ns were not supposed to have those kinds of relationships with men. "I've missed you too, '****' '****'," Aya bumped foreheads with me. I was 'a Son of the White Stallion' who 'ran with the herds of Epona'. I was so proud of her. She had woven together a Magyar myth with an A****n naming convention. Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess and Aya's matron divinity, was worshiped with the sacrifice of foals - A****ns offered up fillies (female baby horsies) whose spirits ran with the Goddess in the Spirit World.

He looked back at her. “Please stay here I’ll be back.” With that he walked round to the back of the last hut that formed the village and manifested a horse, it was a bit difficult to do since he was not in his complete god form. A huge black horse appeared before him, complete with a saddle and a bag filled with supplies for the journey ahead. The horse snorted and he rubbed its neck to soothe it before taking the reins and leading it back to the front of the village where Helena was waiting with her arms akimbo and a huge scowl on her face. She was muttering to herself.