Horse Stories Novels & Stories

They spent almost a day's travel past the Dark Forest before David relaxed. He made their traveling days shorter and went easier on the wild mares. David restrains the two horses according to their need and in no time they are galloping it. Unlike natural flocks, these mares were every color, shape, and size. The only thing each had in common was the halter it wore on its head for easy catching.

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

The simple contact makes me shiver as he breaks the rules once more and touches me. “They have had many names, but dead horses are the literal translation of the oldest name I have ever found for them. I train the dead horses in my spare time. We have over fifty of them which we can ride, and they pull our carriages when we aren’t breeding them. Wild dead horses are difficult to train, but perhaps you would like to help me in your new home,” he offers, and it seems honest enough. A dream, really. “I’d really like that,” I say with a cautious smile.

“You can count on forty horses at sunup, thirty-five dollars a horse.” “We’ll be here,” Wilbarger said. “You won’t have to hunt us up.” “Wait a minute,” Call said. “What’s your horse brand, or do you have one?” “I have one,” Wilbarger said. “I brand HIC on the left hip.”“Are your horses shod?” Call asked. “All shod,” Wilbarger said. “Bring ’em if you see ’em.” “What’s HIC stand for?” Augustus asked.

“ Do you guys even have horses here ? “ asked Ayla . “ Usually me and my brother used to do a lot of horse riding when we were little . Now we don’t play as much as we used to but those horses has been worth us since we were little . We care a lot for them . “ said Amra as she looked at her three horses . “ Impressive ! “ said Ayla . “ Do you like horses ? “ asked Amra . “ I like them a lot . “ said Ayla with a smile .

“I don't blame you.” “These two new horses are from Helena. they are both Quarter horses,” I said. “The guy said there was a fire at his place. The two were in it. He tried to take them to a couple of other places. He said if we can't do anything, he'll have to put them down. They were well trained, but they are very skittish, particularly about enclosed spaces. He had to sedate them just to get them here,” I explained. “Wow, that is sad. What do you think? We've never dealt with troubled horses before. We have only dealt with young ones that haven't been trained yet,” Liz said. Her forehead creased with concern.

Even during quiet lunchtime, the Sinai horses fooled around and started fights among themselves. “Lord Tantario,” Ferbia’s voice rang out, “pay attention to the young animals that are rushing to the left of the herd.” Among them are just a few of the half-breeds that I wanted to offer you. Tristan followed the merchant's pointing finger. The young foals, happily running circles around the older ones, just saw a delegation of people walking towards them, and galloped away with frightened neighs. Only a few young jumpers remained, warily watching the newcomers.

The older man places his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to stomp and kill men caught under their iron hooves. The horse of the cursed doppelganger was at least nineteen hands high and was pawing the ground. Both ears were lying back, and the stallion was bearing his teeth--a demonstration of hostility. Thank you, mom and dad, for the horseback riding lessons! The warning is loud and clear, halting my steps, and I begin to hum a lullaby softly. The horse's ears are now flicking back and forth, listening to the song. I take a small step forward and

The buildings are all made of white washed walls with round blue roofs and small roads running crisscross over the hill leading you through the maze that is Olympus. Hermes whistles on his fingers and two identical horses come trotting up to the bridge. Their body is cream colored, their mane and tail almost as white as the buildings around them. “Agafya, Agape. Fast as always.” Hermes mutters to the horses, petting their muscular necks. He turns to face me. “Can you ride?” “A bit, but I’ve never ridden bareback.” I tell him, glancing at the bare backs of the horses. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine. Just don’t pull Agafya’s mane when you mount her.” He pets the neck of the horse on his