God Of Horses Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We saw a scrap of material floating above his Hellhound and knew he had to be invisible. A few carefully aimed shots later, and he fell to the ground with an audible thump.” “We didn’t want to touch him without authorization,” added another, who sounded like he was part-snake. I clapped a hand over my mouth. Griff hadn’t checked his saddlebags. There were six in total, including the general, with their beasts of burden waiting at their sides. Two were white horses with manes of smoke, one was a black one burning red eyes with yellow flames for hair, and the other two looked to be some kind of rhinoceros chimeras that were shaped like triceratops. Then there was the fire-breathing drake.

This world is different, far away from what I expected. We finally arrived at Sennone. The city of Mythion where Natalia's palace is also located. I can already see the airships of Mythion. Also waiting below are strange horses and carriages. The first thing I noticed was the sky-blue horses. Their hair looked like sparkling crystals. I couldn't take my eyes off the horses I had just seen in my entire life. They are even more beautiful than unicorns! "They are winter stallions," Elijah said suddenly and I didn't realize he was right behind me.

There was just one problem. They weren’t running away from the guards, but towards them. “Azrael!” I shouted in warning. He flashed me a cheeky grin, “Did you know Inferno horses are the strongest, fastest creatures in our realm?” “No—” The word morphed into a scream when the horses leaped, sending us sailing over the heads of the guards and the man with the whip. A laugh exploded from my chest, driven by sheer adrenaline, when we landed. The horses didn’t slow, weaving between carriages and jumping over vendor stalls. People dove out of the way, scrambling into alcoves and various shops.

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.

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.”

Ericka was shocked to see all of the creatures trembling, lowering themselves, and kneeling. Declares Ericka, who brought the man in the white robe's beauty, grandeur, and splendor to life. "Although unfathomable because the gods are still at war and the battle is not yet done, the man with the brilliant fire eyes, sun-like face, and crystal-like hair is the one who can win.” Erika can make out his movements when she speaks to her white-winged horse, which loudly kicks and stomps his four feet that are fixed to his wings in response. She can see her partner's movements. The white horse with wings speaks.

"Whoever lost, would be butchered and fed to the sickly wolves who couldn't shift back to their human form because they were cursed by the moon goddess, for their cruelty and they did worse even in such a position." "That's worse than barbaric," someone chipped in. It seemed as though even the horses were listening to Finlay speak because they were wagging their tails. Finlay's hands were giving his horse its best bath ever and Ophelia found herself gulping, because images of him doing that flashed through her brain, except it was the horse but her own bare body in a big wash basin filled with soapy warm water and perfume. Christ, it made her unsettle for a moment and the grapes she was putt

I tilt my head in wonder. “Are you the god of the wolves?” That would be crazy. The wolves have a king, so having a god will be a little too much, right? He doesn’t answer and this fuels a hidden anger within me. My face turns in a deep scowl and I pull my arm away from his grasp and surprisingly, he releases me, letting me go free. Letting me run from him and I don’t look back. ** ** ** ***

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Jeremiah held his forehead as he was still quite dizzy, “Not so great, Engram, I just expelled from the temple and I have nowhere else to go…” The former priest then suddenly realized that he was riding on an undead horse. Most parts of the horse were skeletons and some of it was rotten flesh. He then shrieked in fear, “What’s on the Goddess name is this thing, Engram?” Jeremiah asked, as he was unwilling to take a ride on the top of a horrifying-looking horse.