Horse Novel Summary Novels & Stories

I tried to be calm but I couldn’t stay still and asked Zion, “Z-Zion, the number 3 will win, right?” I was so nervous, but Zion was calm while watching. “Just wait. It’s warming up.” Reminiscent of a hare, the horse number 3, with a bright red mane, galloped fiercely like a flame from halfway through the match. “Oh oh oh oh!” I gasped. As it outran three horses in an instant, I clutched my chest and screamed as if I was going out of breath, and Zion clenched his fists. ‘Will it really be first place?’

A sharp sound of hooves slamming against the ground. Everyone turned and there it was, a horse bursted into view from between the trees, its dark mane flying, eyes wide and wild. It neighed loud enough to make some of the archers pause for a second. Orion's voice rang out. “Bring it down! Kill the horse!” The archers fired quickly but the horse was fast—too fast. Every arrow missed. It swerved sharply to the side of the tree where Eirlys was and kept galloping, dust rising behind it like smoke, blocking their view.

A smirk made its way to my lips unknowingly. Indeed a wild horse.

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.

The stallion had never received anal stimulation from a girl before, but found the sensation much to his liking. At the other end of that huge cock, the girl's lips continued to nuzzle the sensitive flesh of the cock knob as her relentlessly burrowing tongue wriggled ever so delightfully inside the tight opening of the penis. Grey snorted and shuffled his rear hooves, instinctively checking his traction as his stance widened. A shudder of anticipation rippled through his nut sack. But it was Etta's four fingers, stiffened and fucked up the stallion's asshole that spurred the draft horse over the edge. He raised his head and brayed, powerful muscles in his trembling haunches contracting as he

The horse turned and snorted in Kealy’s face the moment her hand touched its neck. “How the f**k am I supposed to work with this?” Kealy whined, copping another snotty snort in her face in reply from the horse before anyone else could reply. “I get the feeling, the horse may like not swearing,” Cassius said with a smile, “Also, by the looks of it, this may have been a warhorse, judging by the muscle set and scars. Once you earn his trust, he will be a strong mount.” “I don’t want an ex-warhorse,” she sighed, turning to Venya with a pleading look on her face.

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

Wendy said, "That's impossible. We've been away from the Hughes clan for more than 20 years. Even if the horse were still alive, it would have turned old. "This horse looks young and strong. I heard it came from Mount Nix. He might be Ms. Frost's old horse's son or grandson." Victoria inched closer to the black horse. Suddenly, the horse stood up and shook its head. The horse grunted loudly. It felt like the horse was irritated and giving them a warning. The subordinates from the Chadler family were frightened. "Ms. Victoria, this horse is untamed. Be careful not to get hurt!" However, Victoria felt like the situation was quite interesting.

Before anyone could react, she flicked her whip, and the chestnut horse dashed forward, its hoof-beats resonating in the wind, captivating everyone's ears. Natalie had asked the attendants to set up an obstacle course. Everyone watched a white figure standing tall on the chestnut horse, commanding and calm. The horse seemed to share a mental connection with its rider, galloping and effortlessly leaping over obstacles. Their movements were smooth and graceful, leaving people in awe. After completing three laps, Natalie returned on horseback, heading straight for Noah! "Noah, be careful!" "Miss Noah!" Just when everyone thought Noah was about to meet an unfortunate fate, the horse's hooves lif

I galloped more and more till Browny—the horse, began to slow down, tired and beginning to go out of breath, I knew it was only a matter of time before the foe behind caught up with me. Then the horse neighed, not from the fatigue, something was around, something dangerous and it just didn't want to go any further, I looked behind me and I could see the men closing in, I panicked. Without thinking twice, I whipped Browny and even though she didn't want to, she kept going, but only a few seconds after, I was on the ground, the horse on the floor bleeding, its feet had been caught in a trap, a trap I recognized so well, the fall made me fuzzy and soln, I began to lose consciousness, the men be