Horse Book Summary Novels & Stories

" Baby, See what that psycho did to me. She burnt my beautiful skin. I am not going to let her get away with it. She must pay for hurting me. What do you say, I send her a doctor's letter for her to compensate me for the damage she made?" Maya knew the truth but of course, Alex chose to believe what he saw. He never questioned his vision. Hence, Maya found a free horse to ride on, just for her amusement. Upon hearing her words, Alex's fist clenched into a ball. He shouldn't be missing that vicious woman.

“I’m sorry to barge in unannounced, but I got curious.” He set me back on my feet, then tossed my laptop onto the bed. “Yesterday, my horse—one of many—got hurt. From nothing. No cuts, no accidents. Just… suddenly injured. The vet stitched her up, but they had no explanation. She was fine until a few minutes ago. I got a call—she’s refusing to eat.” His jaw clenched. “Which means she’s…” He trailed off before shaking his head. “I thought, let me check on your fish experiment. Look.”

His self-possession had returned with the appearance of the mages. Reive turned to the monarch and answered, “Your majesty, this is a horse. I guarantee that you’ve never had such an animal. You don’t need to feed it. And it doesn’t need to have rest. You can ride it for days, and it won’t fall from exhaustion. Tiredness is unknown to it, as well as disease, hunger and death.” Gerhard shifted an amazed gaze to Scarlet Hoof and whispered, “Is that an undead horse?” “Exactly, your majesty,” the necromancer nodded. “And now, it’s yours.”

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

It was an ancient Arapaho tradition, passed down through Jeremy's great-grandfather, who had fostered a deep respect for the Arapaho people and their unique approach to breaking in horses without breaking their spirits. With each nudge of the reins and every shift of their weight, Alexandra felt a profound connection with the horse beneath her. The rhythm of their movements echoed the heartbeat of the land, and she understood the significance of this bond between human and animal. It was a testament to the enduring relationship between Jeremy's family and the Arapaho, a relationship built on mutual respect and understanding.

Then as Axton drew near, the man held out the reins of his horse to the king. “This is the best horse I have ever owned. He is able to cover long distances even if the road is steep, “explained the person again. Axton happily accepted the horse. He didn't forget to say thank you as Helena had taught him. He really has changed into a better person when compared to his former self. He immediately climbed onto the black horse that looked very tough. Then stomping the feet that are on the right and left on the side of the horse's stomach so that the horse spurs its running.

I press my forehead against the horse's warm body, hesitating to mount. Being a former White, there are so many things I can do—things that were added to all the White children’s curriculum—and horse riding is one of them. But since it’s Saturn’s hobby, and I’ve watched the girl ride so many times, I can’t help being reminded about her. “We’re back here again, hoppy,” I mumble while gently hitting my head against the horse. Hoppy is Saturn’s horse, and this one looks close to Hoppy. The loud hoot of an owl scares me; causes me to whip my head toward the woods, nervous eyes scanning the trees.

"He's bigger than my old cottage." "Storm doesn't respond to force," Kael said, running a hand down the horse's neck. "He responds to trust." He showed her how to let the horse smell her palm, how to breathe in time with his breaths. "Horses are prey animals. Wolves are predators. Your instinct will be to dominate. Don't. Partner." After ten minutes of ground work, he helped her mount. The world shifted perspective—she could see over walls, across fields. Kael placed her hands on the reins, then mounted behind her, his arms caging her as he took the reins himself.

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.