Horse: A Novel Novels & Stories

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

And if someone really died there, it would be difficult to find them, so thick and expansive it is. Dorian keeps quiet beside her, like he always does. They walk until they reach the stable. There are a couple of horses standing there, tossing their heads at the sight of him and stomping their hooves. Troy slides her arm away from him and steps closer. “Hey, boy,” Dorian says as he walks over, and the horse practically beams at him, neighing and tossing its mane. It’s a pale white horse with long white hair flowing from its mane. As he brushes its nose, they almost look like one creature, except Dorian's braided hair is more silver than white.

Refined, obedient and predictable. Alexei, of course, ignores the stable master completely. He walks past the saddled horses and straight to the back stall, where a massive, half-wild warhorse is kept. It’s a wild beast of a creature, a dark bay with a vicious temper and shoulders thick with muscle. The other wolves are afraid of it. Nobody rides the stallion since his owner passed. The horse snorts, ears pinning back as Alexei approaches. Alexei just murmurs something low and rough in a language I don’t recognize. He unlatches the stall, slides in, and swings onto the horse's bare back with one fluid, powerful motion.

With that he left. "Fuck you." I muttered. I got ready and he drove me to practice, my so call new school is more bigger than the previous one, is in a ranch with horses everywhere. I was surprise to see Pegasus my white horse with another guy who gladly gave it to me, Fred said he bought it from my other school so I don't have to start over with another horse, it's officially mine now, I was happy in the inside, I have no intension of giving myself away so easily.

He looked full of vigor and was as elegant and noble as an aristocrat from the last century. Beside him, he held a young horse, which was completely white. Its eyes carried a hint of pride. "Mr. Winchester, this is so clandestine. What is all this for?" She looked at the person and the horse standing side by side couldn't help but smile. "This horse is the purebred offspring of two champion horses." Darren evaded the question, extending his hand toward her. In his dark eyes, there was a hint of warmth. "This is a gift for you. Do you like it?"

Her dad stayed outside for a while, his stance wide, and his arms crossed like a warrior guarding a treasure. A few days later, Celine was walking through the stables and saw a new horse. A beautiful grey Dutch Warmblood gelding. She stopped one of the stable hands and asked, “Who is this?” “That’s Apollo.”, he said. “He came this morning. You just missed the owner.” “He’s beautiful.”, Celine said and cooed to the beautiful male. “He’s tall.”, she said admiring the horse. “And his color is gorgeous.”

He rented a car and drove to the small town. The town was even more beautiful than he had seen in photos. White houses cascaded down the hillside in layers, and the stone streets were polished smooth and shiny with age. Every windowsill had bright flowers blooming on it. Lorenzo walked through the streets, watching the people coming and going. A strange feeling welled up in his heart. It was too quiet and too beautiful here, completely unlike the world full of violence and scheming he had lived in. He suddenly felt that Elena truly belonged here, in a beautiful place like this, living a life of such peace.

Either way, it made her uneasy. The stables smelled of hay and warm earth. Horses of all colors filled the stalls some dozing, others nudging at buckets as a stable boy tended them. Back home, every family owned a horse, and she had once cherished her own until it was taken from her. Since then, she hadn’t allowed herself to bond with another. Aaron stopped at the stall of a chestnut mare and stroked her neck. “This is my horse. Her name is Honey.” A small smile softened his features.

In front of them, the two men, Edison and Darren, were neck and neck. The two of them were about to cross the finish line when they were only more than 100 meters away. Suddenly, a silver white horse next to them swooped down. The two of them rushed to the finish line first, and then slowly put down their feet. There was no one on the back of the horse. Darren:!!! Edison:!!! "Wow! It's Yuri's horse! Where are the Yuri?" Honi Ruan crossed the finish line and saw a silver white horse strolling on the grassland.

Apparently, Fawn’s very own fairy dream man doesn’t. A horse neighing breaks my concentration, so I glance around, and I better remember this dream when I wake up because this is some prime fantasy novel fodder. Maybe I could finally write that book. The horses, two of them, one pristine white with a very pale pink mane, tail, and hair around the feet, the other solid black. They were huge, muscular horses with the big hairy feet the Clydesdales are known for. Wowza! The white horse was eyeing me from the side. So I smiled at her, and she threw her head and nickered.