Horse Miraculous Novels & Stories

It’s amazing how animals could connect to human feeling better than some actual humans. My horse understands me. I knew it was mine from the moment I met it. Marcus' horse on the other hand was one hell of a horse. It refused to be ridden by anyone and somehow Marcus made it trust him. He is also good with people like that. And ever since Marcus left this world his horse has never had anyone climb on its back. I only just take it out for a walk and feed it on the times I come to visit. It is loyal and strong just like its owner.

“And this is Cobalt. He is a thoroughbred Arabian and has enough trophies to fill this entire lawn.” Josh introduced a new horse to Millicent, his voice full of pride as he stroked the mane of the huge, imposing russet horse “We can take a look at the room dedicated to his feats, later. He was one of the stars in the eyes of Tommaso, the boss’s father.” “Did he win many contests?” Alice watched her daughter ask, very concentrated “Like... Spelling? I’ve seen older girls get candy for this when I’m at daycare.”

The horse was a shapeshifter just like him. "What's wrong Namir?" Nemiah asked when she noticed her tiger's weird actions. Namir walked away, ignoring her. "Hey? Where are you going? This poor creature needs help." She called, but Namir only growled without looking back at her. "What's wrong with him?" Nemiah murmured confusedly. She was taken aback when the horse suddenly got up from lying. It just shook its bleeding feet and it surprisingly got healed. "What on earth just happened?" She gasped in astonishment as her eyes followed the horse catching up with Namir. She was baffled when she saw it leap to Namir like it's playing with the tiger.

I am glad it's all in the past, I am already free from my idiotic self years ago. [ Okay so here's the best part, I rode the bike, on a a hill-like road. Of course, since it was a slope, I slide down and crashed. I got bruised, but that doesn't matter to me. Because when I stand up, I said that I already knew how to rode a bike. I am so proud of myself. ]

Harry was riding his motorcycle like a man in a trance. He doesn't look right or left and just overtakes cars and other vehicles in front. It seems like there are nine lives today like a cat that is said to have many lives. He also didn't have the courage to pass a large truck operating at night.

" 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.

Its hooves thundered the ground as it tried to repeatedly turn around. Narrah swiftly jumped off from the tree and landed on the ground soundless but the horse felt her presence. The animal immediately neighed as it raised its front feet standing before it lowered itself to the ground and nudged Narrah with its head. "Midnight" Narrah tearfully whispered as she reached for the horse's mane to keep it steady. She hugged the animal with tears in her eyes while the animal remained unmoving, seeming to know Narrah's predicament. She left Araceli without the chance of seeing Midnight. She hasn't bid goodbye to her horse but the animal must have followed them and luckily found her.

’ Marco pulled her into a corner and asked her quietly, ‘Who do you want to back in the next race?’ He pointed at the screen where the horses were warming up and she smiled, ‘That’s easy’ She pointed at the only white horse in the race, ‘The pretty white one.’ ‘You mean the grey.’ He said and she frowned at him, ‘Its not grey its white’ He laughed with delight, ‘They call them greys in the racing world’ She turned to the Bookie, ‘I’ll put £1000 on the pretty white one’

“Aube” is a French word meaning “dawn,” symbolizing purity and new beginnings. This name reflects the horse's pristine white appearance and the fresh start it represents. The horse was an astonishing shade of white—so pure it seemed untouched by the world. Even its hooves and ear tips were free from any blemish, like a creature sculpted from snow. Grace had chosen Aube in Poland when she was just fifteen. Now, eleven years later, the mare was approaching her sixteenth birthday. Born of champion bloodlines, both her parents were world-class equestrian competitors.

Zoe cried, but her eyes were shining with a sinister glint. She knew Max was smart and had a dark side. He would surely understand the meaning behind her words. But she couldn't say the conspiracies out loud. Otherwise, it would be giving someone a hold over her. She never trusted anyone. Max paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, then suddenly said, "If you want Alyssa to lose the race, we'll have to tamper with her horse." "How do you plan to do it?" "When horses are running, their explosive power is terrifying. Moreover, they'll keep running forward under the rider's command, even if their legs are injured—until they collapse.