Horse Novel Summary Novels & Stories

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

She immediately spied on Stefan if he might have seen her reaction. She took off her eyes and directed her focus back on the horse when she noticed Stefan was less concerned about her as he, himself marvelled at the sight of the horse. The horse turned its head towards the direction where Cara stood to face her. Cara leaped and took a step forward. The horse wagged its tail. It neighed a second time and struggled with the rope. It shook its head repeatedly trying to lose the hold of the rope around its neck.

One of the horse's legs was hit by the trap, so he could no longer go anywhere and turned wary of anyone who approached him. When Cornell looked at the horse's neck, he actually found the Alison family's knightly crest there. The horse that Cornell had just found did belong to Valencia. But even after Cornell searched in various directions, he couldn't find the whereabouts of the person who was supposed to be riding the horse.

The Emperor strolled into the stable with his Queen, and he watched Ella (Rosabella) as she hastened over to the horse. The horse saw Ella (Rosabella) minced towards her as the horse was a female, and she trotted over to Ella (Rosabella). Ella (Rosabella) stopped, and she slowly called out. "Snow." The horse jogs over to her, and Ella (Rosabella) stares into her right eye. Ella (Rosabella) knew that the horse was her old horse (her stepmother sold), and she hugged the horse.

Cajun stopped and looked around. “Are we here, old man?” Lloyd didn’t think it anything weird at all to be talking to a horse. Cajun just snorted and stomped. Looking around, Lloyd saw no one in the dense tree cover, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close. Ben’s horse was the smartest animal Lloyd had ever encountered. It even did tricks. When they were all in high school, Camille and Willamina had spent the summer teaching him the tricks. Ben had taken them to the state fair to see the dancing horses. Over the next long winter, he had taught the old paint pony some new tricks. Lloyd almost smiled remembering how Ben would send it out after a coyote, like a trained dog after a fox. Lloyd ea

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.

Time and time again, he tries, sending her flowers and doing little things for her until one day when she is close to having an accident. Her horse was out of control, galloping wildly despite Luna Elora pulling on his harness and making her mate shift onto his massive wolf, engulfed in a fiery flame. It was like something out of a fairy tale. He stands before the horse, startling it as it halts abruptly. Her eyes are mesmerized as she sees a dark golden wolf surrounded by fire, his eyes a crimson red. When he shifts back, Elora's face is red from embarrassment. How could a professionally trained horseback rider have difficulty riding today and maintaining control of the horse? She's flushed

The heavy hooves echoed across the area, and whinnies turned to angry howls of rage. When ten yards separated the horses and Aurelia's team, she shouted, "Show no mercy," Aurelia reached the herd first and opened the Parasol. A Cheval Mallet reared up on its hind legs, only to feel the bite of the Lion's Fang. It crashed to the ground and tripped two more. Nian and Zinjo pounced and stabbed wildly.

I questioned how my altered body would handle the journey. True to the nature of any good warrior who was accustomed to successful missions, Jason came prepared with enough horses for Luthias and me to ride alongside his small party of warriors. The werewolf’s light, intimate whisper in my ear warned me that my steed was unfamiliar with the scent of vampire and might react a bit as he put his broad hands around my slim waist and lifted me like I was nothing more than a flower he’d just picked from the field. What Jason didn’t realize was that I’d never been near a horse before; let alone on its back. Therefore, I was equally unfamiliar with it or the method of riding. He no sooner release

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.