Horse Stories Novels & Stories

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

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it was as the house's fur was on fire, all the fur on the body of the horse was flaming. Bilimo saw Xasha was looking at the flaming horse and walked over to him, "this is a pegasus, they are no good in a fight, but they are extremely fast, they have always been used as mounts during wars. We use Shadow Unicorns as mounts, they aren't as fast as pegasuses but they can help out in a fight."

Past carts filled with weapons. I jerked in his hold and slapped at his arm that held me still to his chest. Ahead of us, I sighted everyone with bags and beside them were six horses. Three of them were black, one was chest nut, one was white and I recognized Asterix, Zephyros's arrogant horse. I scowled at the beast when we finally reached them, remembering how well he treated me. In reply, he whined. Zephyros dropped me roughly but I still landed on my feet. Ha!

LAURA "Blacky's fine now, Isko. You can give him water," Laura told Isko, a Miller Estate worker responsible for the horses. Blacky was their Friesian Horse breed. She was at the clinic when Isko called about a horse acting sluggish. She rushed back to Miller Estate to examine Blacky and found that exhaustion and the hot weather were likely causes. Summer was tough on the animals. "Thank you very much, Miss Laura," Isko said to her.

Roy jumped up and perched on his horse. The white horse was designed with the logo of the Blackpool Pack. It was obvious that the horse seemed to recognized only him. As in the first place, the horse kicked away the two guards with its back foot when they made attempt to hold it down for Roy to get on it. The guards soon knew that they could not control the horses. Roy came out and with a touch of his gentle hand on the horse head made it calmed itself.

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

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

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Jeremy Saccone, the chairman of Creation Enterprises, emerged from the crowd and stopped beside me with a grim expression. I calmly watched the expressions on Theodore and Cassandra's faces. Theodore's pupils shrank abruptly as he stumbled backward in terror. His face paled and broke out in a sheen of cold sweat. His throat bobbed before he finally forced out a stiff greeting. "M-Mr. Saccone…" Dad's words must have left his head buzzing. The contempt that had been on Cassandra's face vanished the instant she heard Theodore's address. All the color drained from her face, and her lips trembled.