Half Broke Horses Novels & Stories

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

Mostly stable workers, a few with small burns and smoke problems. But it was the sound of the horses that broke me. Their cries were like something I had never heard. Not the normal sounds when they were upset, but it was something deeper. Something that spoke of being betrayed and confused. They had trusted us to keep them safe, and we had let them down. "How bad?" I asked one of the stable masters, who is an older wolf that is named Kellon with gray on his beard. He looked down, unable to meet my eyes. "We lost four mares. One of them was pregnant. Due to have her foal next month."

“You’ll be fine.” Easy for him to say. He looked completely relaxed here, like he belonged. It made me wonder how often he had come here. Just how distracted was he when we divorced? Was he being sincere when he said he regretted the divorce immediately after I left? Or was he just trying to get me back? The stable workers brought out two horses, one dark brown and the other white. The brown one immediately caught my attention because it looked calmer than the other. “That one,” I said quickly before anyone could assign me the scary white horse.

With a single shot, all the iron was broken and fell down. Altair tried to hold his horse from moving recklessly but, unfortunately the horse's hind legs couldn't tread properly because it was surprised by the sound of gunfire and bullet attacks from behind. Their horse fell halfway down dangling. The creatures above will also attack those below. He stretched out one more hand. Altair's horse sensed danger, and released the binding force embedded in its heart. Like a chain with an open lock, power radiated slightly as a result a horn appeared on the head of Altair's horse.

“I don’t like chaos but you seem to enjoy it.” “I do. And this chaos was brought to us by Red Moon. We are playing their game.” My claws left their place. “This horse has been tormented.” The temper it had and the unusual breathing, they had mingled a spirit with it’s own. Like an injured horse. He only needs saving. I slashed his neck forcefully, dragging him down. Jaden went back in surprised. The horse began shaking till it bled to death. It didn’t take long, it was already a walking corpse.

“Rot under varnish.” They teased it up, and it came away in one satisfying unmasking—false strength yielded to true weakness that could actually be mended. That piece took their power cleanly, gratefully, like a hinge drinking oil. The rent drew itself together another inch. Then the third crossing arrived—the one the visions had not dared to name.

No, he hasn't asked me ou- "Babe?" Jack said while looking concerned. "Yeah" "Are you okay?" He said. "Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I said while looking at the floor. "Because I asked you if you were excited to switch to a tour bus but you just stood there." He said while walking faster than we just were. "Wait were driving to Omaha?" I asked as my eyelids began to get heavier. Everything started to fade then eventually everything went black. 3 hours later. I fluttered my eyes open to see Jack watching me.

I hoisted myself up on my horse and glanced at Frost one more time before I kicked the side of the horse and rode down the long path leading to the front gates of the main castle. The ride took about five hours and just thinking about the five hours back was a headache on its own. We had to stop once to give the horses a little rest before we carried on. By the time we reached the neutral territory, The Half shifters were already there. I looked at their Kingdom flag from a far. A beast that looks like part wolf and part human, tilting its head high to howl. It rested on a red flag, symbolizing the blood of those it butchered.