God Of Horses Novels & Stories

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

Hades stood rooted to the ground as we approached, a large crowd had formed, every one had a scared look on their faces as they watched their Alpha stand in the way of an out of control horse with bated breath. Hades looked unfazed by the gasping of the crowd, his eyes were focused on the horse, galloping at him in full speed. “Hades!” I screamed, pulling on the reins, trying to veer the horse from his direction. Hades tsked, his hand raised, the horse neighed, coming to a full stop a few feet from him. “Good girl,” Hades muttered lowly, scratching its muzzle. Hades’ eyes were fixed on mine as he praised the horse, “enjoyed the ride?” he teased.

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.

The buildings are all made of white washed walls with round blue roofs and small roads running crisscross over the hill leading you through the maze that is Olympus. Hermes whistles on his fingers and two identical horses come trotting up to the bridge. Their body is cream colored, their mane and tail almost as white as the buildings around them. “Agafya, Agape. Fast as always.” Hermes mutters to the horses, petting their muscular necks. He turns to face me. “Can you ride?” “A bit, but I’ve never ridden bareback.” I tell him, glancing at the bare backs of the horses. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine. Just don’t pull Agafya’s mane when you mount her.” He pets the neck of the horse on his

'Be steady Samir' I thought to myself trying to calm both her and my own nerves. I shoot my arrows through and hit a few of our enemies, but their speed was incredible. I was in the middle of it all, and my men, did everything to protect me. But it was clear we were loosing. Sorrow filled my heart as I heard the words my father spoken to me so many times 'The gods favor the strongest.' As people where dying and the crowds became thinner I saw a man appear on a horse, a vampire for sure, one of them, by high rank no doubt. He was huge, ripped muscles on his entire body and must have been at least 6.2' tall. His hair was black and his green eyes glowed, literally glowed as his sword slaughtere

It had a hard-charging, high revving twin-Turbo straight-sit, which eats up straightaways. He was brought out of his admiration and awe by the sound of a very alluring voice. " Hello, May I help you, sir?" Lee got out of the car, purposing to bash the driver, who almost caused an accident. Yet, the moment she saw the Greek god standing before her car, she forgot her initial intentions.

He was sitting just high enough to witness the rest of Jinx's magick. Three ethereal steeds that were a cross between a horse and a reindeer came to life, one black, one gray, and one white, all bigger and stronger than any animal Topside. The black was decorated in a purple gem-encrusted saddle and reins, the white in gleaming reds, and the gray in shimmering lemons. Hex power and demon essence and Orangelo aura.

She'd have to be careful. The roan gelding was a beautiful beast, with slender ankles and strong muscles that twitched beneath his skin. This wasn't the horse Godric rode the night before. That had been a black monolith against the waning moonlight, like a fierce charger from the Middle Ages. The gelding in front of her possessed the springing, playful steps of youth. It bent forward, stretched its back, tossed its head to and fro, as it might in the fields beneath the sun's warmth. Godric had fine taste in horseflesh, she could give him that.

The dedicated space for livestock and training facilities reflected a thoughtful approach to balancing the needs of the military with the residents' quality of life. The collection of horses comprised both travel and warhorses, all sharing the same feed. However, a unique addition was implemented for the warhorses. The individual overseeing their care would allow them to graze on specially cultivated magic fruits from the dungeon. These distinctive fruits, including the strength fruit, agility fruit, and stamina fruit, were grown on trees that resembled coconut trees. The appearance of the trees for each type of fruit was identical. Similar to coconuts, these magic fruits would fall to the g

He brushes the hair of black, slightly calming the impatient horse. “He likes you '' Damon tells me walking along the line with black, I followed closely from the side almost bumping into him. “You can hold him, pet him. He is not as scary as he looks' he added but I was not buying any of his words. His name was enough to make me want to stay away as much as I could. Unlike the other horses around the mansion, black appears to be very obedient only to his master. He chooses who brushes Its hair and his big black eyes are enough to have someone wet themselves before action is taken.