Horse Miraculous Novels & Stories

The dedicated space for livestock and training facilities reflected a thoughtful approach to balancing the needs of the military with the residents' quality of life. The collection of horses comprised both travel and warhorses, all sharing the same feed. However, a unique addition was implemented for the warhorses. The individual overseeing their care would allow them to graze on specially cultivated magic fruits from the dungeon. These distinctive fruits, including the strength fruit, agility fruit, and stamina fruit, were grown on trees that resembled coconut trees. The appearance of the trees for each type of fruit was identical. Similar to coconuts, these magic fruits would fall to the g

He asks, his breath was felt on the back of her neck. Giggling she looks back at him, grabbing his hand from her waist she pulls him to a stall, “this one, the Silver Dabble Missouri Fox Trotter.” She studied horses when she was younger thanks to a book her mother gave her, she fell in love with them ever since she was six. Manuel smirks and pulls the horse out, “yes, this is a good choice, this is bullet as he is fast but he is a good trainer horse.” Saddling the stallion, he smirks and helps her on top, kissing her quickly as she jumps up, swinging her leg around.

Like he was the one who was in pain and not me. My lips parted, remembering what had happened in the forest with more clarity. I had truly touched the horn of the magical white horse. That creature had somehow cast a spell on me, mesmerizing me to be that careless. “What was it anyway?” “The last guardian created by the moon goddess. A Sali mare. Consider yourself lucky to be alive or you'd be long dead,” A storm of emotions swirled in his eyes, and his jaw clenched. “Because I touched its horn?”

Snake added, "You hired her boss, you gotta put up with her now." While the guy was in the trailer spike said, "This here is a good horse, one of the best around. He's a descendant of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horse right here in Texas. Old Sorrel sired over a hundred horses for the American Quarter Horse Association (or AQHA).

Hera found herself standing in front of Myra’s horse within the hour. The impressive creature had a stunning chestnut coat with a little white patch on her nose. She was calm, quiet, and absolutely massive. As Hera observed, one of the stable hands tossed a small saddle over the blanket draped across the horse's broad back. Myra introduced them. “Meg, this is my friend, Hera. I’ve told her how sweet you are, so don’t let me down.” Then she turned to Hera. “Seriously, she’s really calm. I’m sure you’ll manage just fine.”

Rah followed her to help her choose a good horse for her journey. As they entered the stables, almost all the horses became hyper-active and started getting extremely restless in her company. "She is good," Rah pointed at a grey horse. "No..." Mila spoke as she looked at the horse. "Why do werewolves travel on horses, when you know," Rah trailed off. "When we can transform and run as fast or even faster?" Mila laughed. "Well, yeah!" Rah laughed too awkwardly. "This one," Mila spoke as she caressed the muzzle of a greyish-white horse and placed her forehead against his. "Vires Celeritas," she whispered to it and the horse jumped on his hind legs and neighed loudly.

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

But I have been to the countryside, and I have seen the overabundance of pale horses myself. A farm in Dartmoor recently reported that one of their albino horses gave birth to a human boy. The boy allegedly lived for a single day before he was devoured from the inside by long, coiling worms. As the boy had never been left alone, it was believed that he was born with the worms already inside of him. The worms disappeared into the wilds before the farmers could squash them.

It's hard for me to remember not everyone has been in the same situation, they don't appreciate the steel horse the same way I do. "We'll be safe?" "I would never knowingly put you in a dangerous situation. It's just like a car, there's always a chance someone else on the road is a dumbass. I'm experienced, I've been riding a bike since I was eighteen, I can handle almost anything thrown at me. With you on the back, I'll be extra careful."