Horse: A Novel Novels & Stories

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

” Tonette tapped me on the shoulder while pointing in front of me. I jumped in panic when a creature I had just read in the book confronted me. Now, I can see its true form. ”W-Werehorse! W-Werehorse!” I stammered at the creature I had just witnessed. Half human-like, then half-horse. This is what a werehorse looks like. The werehorse lives in the farthest corner of the forest. According to what I read in books back then, werehorse loves to woo those who walk in the forest.

Alpha Conan’s POV The horses whinnied softly as we entered the palace stables. Warm air, thick with the scent of hay, leather, and animal musk, wrapped around us, chasing away the chill of dawn. The torches flickered along the wooden walls, casting gentle shadows over the horses in their stalls. Henry’s small hand tightened around mine, his excitement trembling through his little fingers. “Which one do you want to see first, buddy?” I asked, bending down to meet his sleepy eyes.

Hungry. “Run,” Kade said. We ran. The forest blurred around us. Trees became walls. Roots became traps. And behind us, the cursed wolf gained ground. It was fast. Faster than any wolf I had ever seen. We broke through into a clearing. And stopped. The clearing was full of bones. Thousands of them. All arranged in circles. In patterns. In symbols that pulsed with dark magic. The Bone Lands. At the centre stood a hut. Small. Crooked. Wrong.

With every passing moment, her anticipation grew, yearning to return to the pack palace with news of Hera's discovery. But fate had other plans. As Lisa and the horse pressed on, their steady rhythm interrupted by the occasional crackle of twigs underfoot, a sudden stillness settled upon the forest. The horse, sensing something amiss, halted abruptly, its hooves rooted to the ground. Lisa, caught off guard by the sudden halt, dismounted from the steed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The man bowed and quickly left. Archie turned and stood with his arms crossed, looking around. After three minutes he heard the footsteps of a horse approaching. He turned and saw the stable master bringing his horse. Archies horse was brown and very beautiful. "Thank you!" Archie said already approaching the horse. The man walked away and bowed. Archie climbed onto the horse. "Come on Alex!" he hit the horse's sides with his legs. The horse started walking. Archie rode towards somewhere in the realm's countryside.

Collins stated apologetically. Even how mad and upset Alec was trying to command Mr. Collins to ride the horse, the old man still didn't agree and forbid Alec to ride the stallion. Alec even angrily shouted and threatened the old man to have him fire out on his job if he never let him do what he wants. Mr. Collins just shook her head and left them afterward. To her surprise, just after Mr. Collins left, Alec then came near the horse and untie Black Tornado. He climbs up on the animal then seated on the saddle of the horse. Feeling so awed and nervous about Alec's impudence, she tried to warned and stop him but the latter just ignored her. In just a few moments, he managed to ride the horse

We do not even need to prove his involvement with Astralis any longer. A howl splits the night. I sniff—wild fur, matted with dust. Rogues. Hana urges her horse into a trot, then a canter. As promised, mine immediately follows her lead. The wilderness whips past me at a dizzying rate. A shape lunges from the trees, and a horse screams. It’s a far higher-pitched, more human sound than I ever would have anticipated. It shivers up my spine so sharply that I don’t even notice the world turning on its side, the leather slipping from between my legs, until I hit the ground hard enough to jar my skull and knock the breath from my lungs.