Horse Book Summary Novels & Stories

Am I worthy to stand in that position? I was thinking so hard about this matter that I didn’t notice the horse that was moving weirdly. It pinned its ears back to its neck, its nostrils flared, muzzled, its back was tense, and tucked in its hindquarters. Its tail was also falattened. I need to get out of the horse as soon as possible. The horse sped up on its own. I couldn’t stop it. The horse is consumed with rage right now. Someone must’ve done something to it. Poor creature, they are always subject of others schemes.

We have known each other since I was in the academy. I throw my jacket towards him. "Fetch my horse." I tell him, "I am going riding." He nods and disappears into the other room. I walk towards the courtyard, letting my feet touch the soft green grass. Riding has always been my way of calming down, it makes my anger dissipate, it makes me find peace within myself. Gus, my Beta, stirs in my favorite horse. Goliath is the horse that no one can handle, he’s rough, fast, dangerous and risky. I had groomed him personally, given him the care that he needed, and now. He is the fastest horse ever known.

Everyone respects Alfonso because he's the Alpha King. Alfonso points to the horse and gives the new man instructions. Because of the window, I cannot hear anything. But I see the man nod his head and before I know it, he takes the horse, climbs it and he rides away. I guess he is taking the horse to somewhere safe. The horse's is so heavy. I notice that it is an alpha horse. Even as I am inside this big car, the hooves of the horses hitting the ground makes the car shake a little. He is a really massive horse

I pause as I stretch my hand and slowly rub the horse’s nose. The horse suddenly stops and slowly went closer to me and bows his face as I rub its back. Mr. Benjamin and Mr. Denvert taught me this and it is how I made this horse relax to my presence back in Canada. I know it; this is that horse that I rode before. His brownish eyes and its tail with black on its tip are the same. “Fire and wind... Firewind will be his name. It burns like a fire so strong and with the wind, becomes stronger. One that is faithful towards his owner.” I said as everyone gasps in awe.

Greta said, a little confused by what her nephew was thinking. "I found similarities between me and horses. I like Mia. So, I approached her first. But, she still refuses to choose me,” the man explained while glancing at the secretary, checking to see if there was a hint of regret on her face. “What happens when a horse is rejected by a rider?” "The horse will get sick," Greta answered, successfully making Mia's eyes widen. "If the grief is too deep, it is not uncommon for the horse to lose the will to run."

Becca's POV I saw myself running. Running from Adams and his sick game. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes wide and my legs moving as fast as they could. I heard, rather than saw, the arrow whiz past me and lodge in a tree bark. The woods was too big! I would never get to the road on time. "Seven!" he yelled. I had played hide and seek countless times and I knew it wasn't played this way. Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly.

He backed the horse he had chosen and then added a £1000 bet on the little chestnut, he was called Fiery Sunset and it suited him. The little horse danced along to the starting line his tail held high ready for the challenge, unafraid and eager to get going. He had a big heart too, jumping the huge Aintree jumps he kept well away from the others and one by one the other horses fell away. There was a leading pack of about ten horses and he was in sixth place coming round the bend for the last lap. He jumped valiantly still keeping his distance from the others and like a scene from a Disney movie he began to catch the leaders up. With five jumps remaining he moved up to fourth place but it wa

“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?”

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

Suddenly, Luke’s face turned cold. He swept his eyes across the rest of them and settled on Lyra’s face. “I’ve asked the manager in the stable. Sydney’s horse is the most docile among them. According to him, it’s impossible for a horse to go crazy suddenly. I think someone must’ve deliberately caused this incident.” “President Chase, do you mean to say that someone manipulated Vice President Raines’ horse?” Sharon quickly got what he meant and asked with her eyes wide.