Headless Horseman Stories Novels & Stories

Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front… Perfect. Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move. "Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins." I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly. The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run. The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"

I didn't want anyone getting hurt because of the horseman. "The horseman should have the remains of his severed head with him, that's his weakness and a way we can kill it. For the second time." Alexa said as we raced to join the others. When we arrived, our pack warriors were already gathered at the forest, in their wolf forms and fighting against the headless horseman. He was saddled on top of his corpse like horse, pulling on its reins. He attacked with a whip that was an actual spine. Enough of this bullshit, this ends now.

Hearing the man’s words, Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys run around in Khanh City, yet you have no idea who I am? Tell me, are you in the league with Black Tiger, Beowulf, Baldy, or Ice Pick Willie?” “Black Tiger? Beowulf? I don’t even know who the heck those people you’re talking about are!” The man waved the stick in his hand. “Remember my name, it’s Horseface. And this is my brother, Bootsie. Hurry up! Cut the b*llshit and pay up that three hundred thousand dollars!”

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.

“That is my baby girl! A very submissive and sweet baby girl with lots of ass!” He exclaimed; increasing his pace and continued slamming inside of me. The fucks were so good that after about ten minutes, I had cummed three times. Harold had not cum yet so he was still fucking me. He added more spanks and continued fucking me. My eyes were filled with tears, my arched back was hurting and my hands were numb becaus it was literally supporting me. “I am about to cum baby.” “Finally!” My wolf answered and he heard it. “We are linked now, Jezmyn’s wolf and unless you block your words from Harold, I can hear you.”

“On your back. We’re going to use you.” Jake grinned, lying down in the center of the bed, his muscular body stretched out, cock pointing straight up like a thick pole. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head swollen and leaking. “Come and take what you need, my dirty little stepsister and stepmom.” Sarah helped position me first. She guided me over Jake so I straddled him reverse cowgirl, my back to his face, my dripping pussy hovering just above his cock. “Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.”

Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.

As he had previously thought, this was no ordinary wild boar. The boar butted until Leon had to jump off his horse. The poor horse was now lying helplessly on the ground, bleeding. Suddenly, the horse flickered and then disappeared. Leon is now face to face with the enormous wild boar, even now his body is getting bigger. There was no way Leon could beat him, just like Adonis in the legends.

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection. Each man standing before the small crowd wore a pair of black, calf high, military boots. On his head, each wore a ceremonial cap matching the color of his robe. On it, were the words "Horseman" and a number; one, two, three and four. Their faces had been covered in stark white makeup with stars around the eyes and mouth matching their costume color. Each man held a leather bound book. Heath could see a vibrant picture of the planet Earth with a long, wide lightning bolt splitting the planet on it's cover. He was too far away to read the Golden writing.