Horse: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

When they came to the last stall, a huge pitch-black horse came to the door and stuck its head out. Marianna reached out to touch it. "And this beautiful horse is Veronica." Veronica giggled at the fact that they shared the same name. But the horse was absolutely beautiful. She may not have known much about horses, but this one seemed special. Unique among the others. "You can touch her, she's very kind," Marianna said. Veronica reached out to rub the side of the horse's face. She was incredibly soft, and had long eyelashes that lined dark, soulful eyes.

"No –ye…''Jack says as he runs to his horse. The convoy propelled to the village. Christine clenched her teeth together. She was in deep agony of pain. The poison had spread through the veins to almost every part of her body. She pulls herself out of the water relieved of the captivity of Mark Slater's soldiers. The cold made her tumble as she lay hopelessly on the leafy grasses on the bank of the river. The pain left her exasperated. Her body becomes numb. With a little effort, she manages to slither to the horse. Sparrow's horse revolved around his master who had buried a hatchet between him and the unknown world. The shrilling and screaming of the people in the land of Ura pierced the amb

Anda rolled her eyes. "So I found out there's a horse race going on tonight at the village square so I signed up" Adam smiled. "You can't race.. what if you fall off and dies?" Anda glared at him. "I signed up as Anda Samuels, I'll do the talking and you'll do the racing" Adam replied. "You smart son of a bitch" Anda Screamed excitedly attracting attention. "So, The official boat race starts next week.. I think it's a good thing we came to Dullard" Adam smiled.

Patience's past drone research had been confidential. "So, nothing to declare?" Hazel smirked. "Lying has its place, but this isn't it." Allies of the Bluemoon Pack joined in the mockery. Infuriated, Yvette seethed, but Patience coolly said, "The truth will out." "Stubborn as ever," Hazel sneered. At that moment, a sleek black horse was led over. "Mr. Gross, this horse is a gift from Bluemoon. It's already been tamed," Winston said ingratiatingly. "Why not give it a try?"

It occurs to me that this is the first time I’ve been anywhere near a barn since the day I was dragged away from them by Assanan’s men. But I hold in that emotion, because something seems familiar in the air. The bright sun outside casts most of the barn’s interior in deep shadows. I step inside, letting my eyes slowly adjust. A horse grunts lightly far in the back, and I let out a gasp. “You bought us a horse?” I ask Oscar. He just smiles and gestures toward the stall at the rear of the barn. I bring my hand to my mouth when I catch sight of the pure white mane. Tears run down my cheeks before I can hold them back, and I run toward the stall on shaky legs.

This place is warm, and the air is clean and pleasant to breathe in. I wish life could always be this peaceful. But that’s not possible because I’m a prisoner here. As soon as I arrived at the barn where the horses were kept, I headed straight for the white horse. This is the one I like. The other horse is black, and he reminds me of Maddox. Besides that, it's clear that this white one has been chosen to be my one and only companion.

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.

I hand him a copy of Black Beauty “What’s it about,” Aspen asks. “The story is told from the point of view of a horse of how horses were treated in the late 18th century. It starts with his birth and he ends up in several different homes. Some treat him well, some don’t. It’s really sad, made me cry.” “Sounds interesting. Are animals not treated well in your realm?” “Have you not explored the human world?” “No I haven’t. Unfortunately my father was very particular with my upbringing but now that I am older I plan to travel to every realm.”

Muffled grunts reached her ears. Holly repeated her attacks, over and over again. Her shoulder was sore by the time the wood splintered. She didn't care. Holly kicked at the door and she managed a hole wide enough to stick her hand through where she could unlock the door handle. Famine had Eros pinned beneath him. The former cabbit was pale, a ghostly white and a black aura flowed from him and into Famine's mouth. Holly still didn't hesitate. She threw herself at the horsemen.