God Of Horses Novels & Stories

"Show proper respect." "I am a prince of the Federation," Caelum replied quietly, his voice carrying despite its softness. "I kneel for no one but my queen." The guard's grip tightened on his weapon. "You're cattle now, boy. Best remember that." The hall stretched impossibly high, carved from volcanic stone that seemed to drink the light from massive chandeliers. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of vampire victory—humans kneeling, blood flowing like rivers, pale figures standing triumphant over battlefields. The artistry was undeniable, but the message was clear: this was what happened to those who opposed the Crimson Dominion.

Twelve white horses appeared with wings on the ground. "Those are versions of pegasus I am giving to all of you, please use them to fight the dark phoenix in the air!" Prince Arthur ordered. "King Abaddon can also fly and fight in the air, it's much better if all of you can fight in the mid air as well. Worry not, these horses are human friendly and they can be controlled easily. Don't forget that they can attack with beam using their mouth as well!" They all ride on white horses and flew into the air. Leomord used a water barrier to protect them from Cerberus' fire.

I was terrified of riding, a phobia born from a fall I’d taken from horseback back on my parents’ farm. I was still debating within myself whether to tell Asher or not when he disappeared into the stable, reemerging with two majestic horses in tow. I stared at both animals with both curiosity and awe. They were an average of about seventeen hands tall. Before I could say anything, he introduced them as Zion and Sarah, his and Kiara’s horses. I watched, mouth agape, as Asher’s fingers gently traced Zion’s muzzle. He whispered soothing words to the creature, who responded with whinnies and huffs.

Brianna said with excitement. “And how would we force him to give up his vessel?” Aaron asked. “He would need to be pushed back to Hell,” Colton said. He looked at his mother and she nodded with a smile. “It would need another who is strong enough to do it.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he smiled. “Who is stronger than a Horseman?” Alex asked and Drake met my eyes. “A Divine Warrior is,” he said. “We have the almost pure essence of Rachel.” He sighed. “I could-” But I cut him off.

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

“Dear me, I see their priestess or wizard woman is out to make a show.” All focused on the curly haired wizardess as she entreated the gods, and then took a blade to a perfect white mare, spilling its guts onto a small wooden altar. The disgust of many of the troops riddled the air and the General cursed them well before saying, “Damned barbarians indeed. They aren’t bright enough to see this is a waste of time and good horseflesh?” Ralta said, “I hear when they make a new monarch, they boil the guts of such an unblemished horse in water and baptize the King or Queen in the juices.”

The horses are no longer symbols of fear but of possibility, proof that even things born in darkness can choose the light. Tonight, the forest has given us a gift: new allies, new strength. The enchanted horses, still shimmering faintly with moonlit magic, are ushered into the meadow just beyond the village’s edge. They step lightly, their wings fluttering, tails flicking as they explore their new freedom, their eyes bright and friendly. With the horses safely settled, the others disperse. Hanna and Roxy head inside our house to discuss wedding plans. Corwin and Harla drive the mule-led wagon straight to the butchers and cooks waiting for the elk.

The serviteur paused, still calm and passive. "You'll understand soon enough, sister, very soon." Eleya stood up and exited the chapel. "An angel, the Divine's knights. Gifted with a part of the Divine's powers to protect this continent. The blessing no man could handle." As the colonials stormed away, the two scouts ahead surveyed the paths of their routes, making sure that nothing could stand in its way. As the two rode beside each other, they noticed something wrong with their horses. "My horse is acting weird." one scout said, trying to make it turn, but it refuses and keeps moving forward, then it started to speed uncontrollably.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

This is perfect. "Are all Packs like this? If so then I want to see them," I murmur, standing against the railing, feeling the soft sea breeze brush against my face. A beach, coloured bright white and yellow stretches down both sides of the house. This Pack seems abnormally large. I can't help but wonder how the Alpha manages this all. Thorran comes up behind me, leaning up against me, hands on the railing in front of me. "This one is the only coastal Pack. The rest of coastal land is owned by Immortals. This Pack is special in its own."