Horse Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

Four nights had passed by, they had run into The Dark Lords’ riders once more and another odd beast, apart from that, the journey was mostly uneventful. Today they could no longer take the horses any further, the time had come to abandon them. Much to Declan’s frustration knowing that they may never see his horse again.

“So, in conclusion … I was glad to meet Hasty. Even though Jack said he's old, he's great to me. He can run fast and his brown color reminds me of Browny. Hasty is the most beautiful horse on Grandpa Hunt's farm. Thank you." Hearing such a passionate closing remark, everyone clapped their hands loudly. They were proud of the three year old toddler who was able to tell stories very clearly. "Thank you, Cayden. It's a very sweet story,” Greta said while sending a signal for the toddler to return to Gabriella with her hand. With a big smile, Cayden hurriedly crawled up onto his mother's lap. "Did I do well?" the toddler asked, whispering. "Yeah, you look really cool, Little Prince," Max complim

Saoirse said as I stared at the white horse, brushing my fingers across its hair, the softness tickling me. “No one has been able to ride the horse since its last owner.” “What happened to him?” “She died.” I felt a pang in my chest as they spoke about her. The horse whinnied as if it knew we were talking about its owner. I’ll take care of the horse now, she was pretty. We began riding as we rode through the huge forests laughing and joking around as we finally got to the moon city.

“The time had passed, and we had to go back. Donncha suggested taking the other way back. It was longer, but there were more places where the horses could run, and he wanted to race with me. Because there was this convenience for the horses, that they could run, it would take us almost the same time to return to the castle. There was a small difference in the time needed to cover the distance, and the king agreed. So, on the way back, we came to one of the spots where the horses could run, and Donncha suggested doing the race. I agreed. Halfway through the race, we heard behind us a loud whinny and then a scream. We forgot about the race and turned to see what was happening. The queen's hors

The journey to the castle was a long, slow, and tedious. Most of the way was up hill and the path was rocky. The mid morning sun shown brightly as cottony white clouds floating bye on a sea of rich blue sky. The trees started to show tinges of yellow, orange, and red. The early signs of autumn were approaching. The air had a warm feel but a crisp smell. Cassia stepped on a rock and stumbled. She lightly tweaked her ankle which earned an “Ouch!” With a hiss of pain. Her companions paused to check on her. The large black horse nudged her with his mussel. “I’m alright….. you know we need to give you a name. Something other than horse.” Cassia looked at the great beast. “What is your name?” She

It sounded as if it were in pain, so I forgot to answer Luka as I rushed toward the sound. On the top of a hill, where there was a single large tree growing, covered in cherry blossoms, a group of Centaurs was attacking a beautiful white horse. Without thinking, I rushed in to try to save the horse. Luka followed me and together we fought the Centaurs, although they didn’t seem like your typical monsters.

He was the Supreme. Supreme and Princess; young man and young woman; children with exceptional backgrounds and great talent that allowed them to disregard everything, were riding their mounts speedily. Their mounts were Red Maned Horses, and they rode them so swiftly that the creatures moved with the speed of the wind. Their blurry figures were all that could be seen as they raced towards the land that every sane person raced away from.

in the middle of my crying I remembered to ask him something. "Where are you from? Becka said you rode a horse. It's late, how are you?" my voice hoarsely told her. He smiled and stroked my hair lightly. "Just riding a horse, I'm starting to like those horses," he answered. "Where did you get to?" I'm still scratching. "We ran with no direction in mind, just riding the horse. but at the end of the place there is a dead end." he said while still pointing in the direction where the end he was talking about was.