Half Broke Horses Novels & Stories

“Giddy up!” The horse obediently started a canter. On the horse’s back, feeling the wind in her face, Amanita slowly started feeling better. Their lesson that day was to ride through an obstacle course. Amanita had to guide her horse over three barriers. The difficulty was very high. When a barrier was right in front of her, her horse jumped up for some reason. While they were in the air, the straps of the saddle suddenly broke. Amanita fell from her horse out of nowhere.

Patroclus and the horse looked disinterested even as they froze to a spot without a stir. ''Move, Patroclus, move!'' Gaius shouted at the top of his voice, aiming to drive action into his soldier. ''The horse wouldn't move, sire!'' Patroclus informed, shouting back at the top his voice. In a wink of an eye, the horse that had come to a halt suddenly broke down and collapsed, throwing Patroclus off to the ground. Patroclus tended to the horse's broken leg afterwards. The horse could no longer move, and it looked as though it had been subjected to agony and torture.

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

“I don't blame you.” “These two new horses are from Helena. they are both Quarter horses,” I said. “The guy said there was a fire at his place. The two were in it. He tried to take them to a couple of other places. He said if we can't do anything, he'll have to put them down. They were well trained, but they are very skittish, particularly about enclosed spaces. He had to sedate them just to get them here,” I explained. “Wow, that is sad. What do you think? We've never dealt with troubled horses before. We have only dealt with young ones that haven't been trained yet,” Liz said. Her forehead creased with concern.

Someone who couldn't control their in take of drinks. After all the struggle, I managed to get her into the car and put on her sit belt. As I was about taking off my arm, I felt her drag me towards her. I completely lost balance. I felt my heart race like never before. My heart fluttered more when she opened her eyes and her gaze met mine. I grew speechless. I felt every hormone in my body waking. I didn't want to believe it was what was thinking, bit rather, I was certain it was the same hatred I felt towards women that made me feel that way.

it cooed. Gandr swung his sword reflexively, nearly cutting the nearest unicorn. The steed, who was already on edge, leapt onto its hooves and began braying and running in a circle. Before Utku could stand to avoid it, the other unicorn stomped on the smaller stallion's hind quarters. Utku cried out in pain and kicked the other pony in response. "Chaos, madness, fear…RUN!" the voice wailed like a woman in labor. The horned horses became wild, stomping at the ground and threatening to trample the two humans and halfling. Another bodiless cackle sounded below Utku's hooves. He reared back, towering over Aurora's head.

The anger on her blue eyes seemed to have ebbed away, “My husband had seen it once.” “He did? How was it like?” Gareth asked suddenly interested, but still not minding to hide the mockery on his tone. “Can we get a horse here? A good one.” Cassandra asked instead, hoping to keep the subject away. “Oh! You are in luck, and the taskmasters just dropped about five horses in the stable. They are old and unproductive. But I believe they are still strong for a long journey. Follow me, let me help you saddle them. At least, that would be the village’s gift to you for saving us from that creature.”

Gut-wrenching, heart pumping--- after several thrusts forward, he thought his legs were going to explode. The high walls of the Upper Ring were still a few kilometers ahead, so there was still time. As Arth paced on the side of the running horses, he drew out Blackwinter and then gave a full swing of his blade to slash one of the horses’ legs. The horse whined as it stumbled in the ground, dragging the other one with it. The carriage crashed down with the horses. The large wheels broke and the glass windows shattered. White smoke, mixed with dust, had filled the air after the loud smash.

"Although I can't sew to save my life...and I doubt his head will cave as easily." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marie and the others scramble out of the reach of the trailing arms as they whipped around to find a hold. It was still rising, legs bent and crippling more under the weight of the torso, but the disadvantage didn't make it any the less spritely. In one move it seized the hind leg of the horse, tearing it from the socket with a sickening, wet snap. Even worse was the squeal of the disabled creature, bolting forward with sheer determination before sinking to the ground, rotting away like the corpses surrounding it.

They had come a long way, navigating through treacherous terrain and overcoming numerous obstacles, but their determination had not wavered. As they reached the cliff, they pulled their horses to a stop and dismounted, approaching the edge cautiously. The sight that awaited them was both breathtaking and heartbreaking. The castle, which had once stood as a beacon of beauty and power, now lay in ruins, its once-grand walls crumbling and half destroyed.