Horse Stories Novels & Stories

Sebastian digs out of the dirt and says, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Domino his horse was unlike other horses. On the Callem continent there were three main species of horses. Regular Land Horses used by all manners of people, Special Flying Horses used by royal bloods, dignitaries and those of high prestige. Unicorns were the rarest species of horses which when sighted can be seen as a sign of good luck, unicorn sightings were so rare that many doubted it's existence.

Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single day if possible. His morning rides were the highlight of his days. He stopped Hera at a small little hilltop and gazed over his lands with awe. In the morning sunlight, he could see the farm already in action. Horses grazed in the pastures. Xerxes was training in the special enclosure designed for him. His staff was going about their duties, moving in and out of the various sheds and buildings. He l

"Kitchen door.. Help me check if it's open." At that rotten moment, Luke stumbled in, a puzzled look on his face. "Urm.. Guys? The back door's open and the lock is on the floor. Also, the Wi-Fi was disconnected and Mr Hamilton complained about seeing someone sneaking on the house." Seeing my stricken expression, he continued," it gets worse. I found a letter tucked underneath the door." "what does it say? " Liz said, taking Becca's arm and leading her to the sofa. " Not much. It says ' game on. '"

I squint under the blazing sun as if its only purpose is to burn the dress from my body. In front of us, a cart is towed behind two breathtaking chestnut horses. I've seen horses before, but not ones as beautiful as these. They're well brushed, their coats glossy and short. They're well-fed, evident by their bloated bellies, and their hooves are clean, adorned with the shiny, silver horseshoes that curl like vines up their strong legs.

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

What is my surrogate father planning? The sounds of hooves pawing on the cloister and the occasional snorts from my beloved horse distracted me from the endless pondering. I walked to where our handsome animals were resting and munching on their share of wet grasses. They were the best breed in the region of Siberia—strong like a mountain ox and fast like stormy wind. The Cossacks gave them to our hunters as a friendship tie many years back. We took great care of them and trained them since they were just foals.

Vance let out a soft laugh. The stallions were picked for their aggressiveness and were then bred for war where the hostile tendencies were trained, focused and enhanced for both the horse and the rider. Vance stroked the velvety nose of his mount, narrowly missing the snapping teeth once again before turning and nodding curtly to his companion.

"Wait, I thought horses were like... reserved. For high-ranked wolves or warriors or something. Isn’t riding them against the rules? Won’t Alpha Enzo have me lashed for this?" Calla gave me a look. "Relax. These horses are assigned to the members of the pack—especially those who help maintain the stables. It’s sort of a reward. We clean, we get to ride. Fun, right?" "I... suppose." I looked around. The girls were already waving us over, and I noticed a few of them brushing the horses or tightening straps on saddles. Everything looked casual. Normal. Even joyful. "Do I have to ride one?" I asked warily.

Most were already part of human mythology, so it was pretty easy. The only ones he hadn't heard of were the stoikheṓdes alogo, which were elemental horses. They usually only had one element, but it could be lethal. We bred and trained these as warhorses. It was strange since we didn't really go to war, but some of the patrols along the border were mounted, effectively giving the patrol an extra 'warrior'.

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.