Good Female Horse Names Novels & Stories

Back home, she had a black Friesian horse, named Beauty. Muffling her cries, she painfully limped into the ranch hoping to find a horse she could escape on. "Come on, Irina." She mumbled as she limped her way up to the large brown, wooden shed, where she found lots of horses gathered. Tears of joy filled her heart, and she felt herself laugh and cry as well. Pressing her phone in her palm, Irina rushed up to a beautiful white Moreisian horse, and began to pet it.

But that had been years ago, and she wasn't sure how much of it she still remembered. Mia led her to a small black horse. "This is Charcoal. He might seem sluggish, but he's actually quite steady." Angela couldn't help but be amused. Most people named their horses something grand like Windchaser or Snowhoof—names that carried a sense of elegance. But Mia? She'd simply named hers Charcoal. "Charcoal, be good for me, alright?" Angela stroked the side of his face. Charcoal snorted and blinked as if he understood.

Madelaine “What’s her name?” I asked, brushing the horse’s smooth skin with my palm and feeding her the apple Ben gave me while he fixed the saddle. She was so big, beautiful and strong too with dark brown skin the color of my hair. “Daphne,” Ben said. “Hmmn… my mom always wanted a horse named Daphne,” I mentioned. Ben said nothing. “I know she didn’t like you, but were you ever friends?” I asked, feeding Daphne another apple.

Money did have its advantages. “Hello there, Emma Lou,” she greeted her dead sister’s favorite horse which the family named after her. She hugged the horse and breathed in the comforting scent of being back home in the barn. The horse neighed in response. She chuckled and quickly made her rounds to greet the other three horses: Bossy which Jeremiah named after her, Trouble which she named after Jeremiah, and Double Trouble which she named after Trevor. They enjoyed the play on words for the horses. She supposed that two more horses would soon be added to the barn to accommodate Luke and Patty.

she says and we follow her. “This is Ginger,” she says, patting the horse. She is dark brown and beautiful. I walk towards her and brush my hand against her soft skin. “Wanna ride with me?” I ask Tay, and he shakes his head way too quickly. “Please?” I beg with puppy eyes. “There is another horse available,” the girl I learned her name is October says. “Great,” I say, and push Tay in October's direction before he can protest. “But…” he doesn't get to finish as October drags him out.

She took the lead, petting each of all seven of my horses. “They’re all so beautiful,” she smiled genuinely as if forgetting she was mad at me in the first place. Her gaze shifted and I saw what had caught her attention; the eighth horse. The eighth horse was a mare, with a coat as dark as the night, and a white long mane that complimented her dark coat. I moved closer, speaking beside her, “Her name is Xena. She’s the oldest and strongest horse here.” “Xena. The name suits her perfectly,,” I watched as she stretched out her hand, and caressed Xena’s face who warmed up to her touch, neighing approvingly.

And small slits of green between the blue. "Indeed. Video games might be Dargan's thing but I much prefer out and about. Adventure, if you want to call it that." Alvara rolled her eyes at me but walked into the open stable doors. Pepper, my mare, was close to the entrance. Her coat was the reason for her name. White ran the entire span of her body, with patches of black in between. Ciaran had gotten her from Brazil for me, claiming something about her being their national horse. Alvara's horse was an old gelding named Perdy. Soft temperament. Easy to ride. He would give her absolutely no problems. Getting her hurt would mean Ciaran skinning me alive and hanging my fur in his office.

A light breeze stirred the fine hairs that had come loose from her pins, and Kit felt more alive than she had for half a moon’s phase. Reeve rode behind her, his horse tromping through the leaves, not as delicate as sweet Belle. A large chestnut stallion, named Red—clearly a suggestion from Reeve’s grandfather who preferred obvious names—the horse did exactly as his rider instructed, which was no surprise to Kit since Reeve had proven himself a horse whisperer the first time she’d visited the barn with him.

She stroked the horse’s face gently. “You’re his wife. He won’t be that heartless to you,” the stable hand reassured her with a smile. “Can I ride her? She’s beautiful,” Aurora asked, admiring the horse. “Of course, ma’am. This one’s called Gladis. She’s the boss’s favorite. The old stable handler told me she’s the oldest horse here—and the one the boss never jokes about. I’m glad you came tonight. Horses aren’t for decoration. They deserve to work, not just be admired.”

Astrid absently noticed the other knights doing much the same with their own normally vicious stallions as Zela closely inspected the small mare. “What is its name?” The little Dryad asked, her eyes afire with curiosity. “More importantly, what is it?” Astrid laughed. “She is a horse and her name is Swift.” “Why Swift?” “Because she runs very fast.” “The Elves have similar looking animals. But their ones look a bit different. Your men all have different ‘horse’ too.” Astrid nodded. “I suppose they do.” Zela gave a sudden bright smile, her cheeks dimpling. “I almost forgot. Heartwood says that I am to come with you and aid you in anyway I can. Kalash affects us all.”