Horse Miraculous Novels & Stories

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Once they saw the seeds spilling, they crowded around me and some even dared to climb on me, pushing towards the food. Ignoring the fact that I felt dirtier than before, I went to Melisa and asked what else could be done. She led me to their horse and showed me what needed to be done for him. He was a charming brown animal with big white spots all over his head and back. “His name is Bob,” the old woman stated, petting the tall animal. “Bob?!” I raised my brows at her. “That is an odd name for a horse, isn’t it?”

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.

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.

I was running as fast as my weak legs would take me and ,I assure you, I was going fast. "TEN!" the impact of those words hung in the stale air and even the rats went silent. I pushed on. "Ready or fucking not, here I come." came his taunting words. Tears slid down my cheeks and I ran even faster. The air was hissing through my teeth and my calf muscles burned with the strain. I could see a light at the other end of the tunnel. I was almost free. Ignoring the pain, I ran faster. My place slowed as I saw the light was a lantern. What?

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

I got a new teacher out of that. Rene Ghirr urged his horse on until it dropped dead. Then he waited an hour, and the animal recovered. The zombie was starting to smell, but the advantages were obvious: an undead horse was not as fast as a live one, but it never tired and could gallop even with broken legs.

He said it with a very heavy accent. "Don't be scared when approaching a horse. It can pick up your energy." He explained as he led me to a majestic mare. She was dark brown, with not a single spot on her body. I don't know which breed she was. "This is majestic." He said that name fit her build. "She's a special breed," he said, watching me stare at her in fascination. "Great, do you think that you can try her out?" He inquired. I was eager to, but also scared. Horse injuries could cause deep injuries.

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.

Heath shook his head. Ezra gasped, saying, "Ahh! Could it be because she was blessed-slash-cursed by the unicorn?" Heath and Ezekiel laughed amusedly. "That's a nice theory. But that's not all," Ezekiel said. "What do you mean, Your Highness?" Miriam asked him. She turned to her husband and blinked at him, demanding an explanation. "We told you she is a beast. It's not because she could always easily and undoubtedly able to control the horses she mounted," Heath said.