Horse Stories Novels & Stories

She fell in love with him when she saw him. The next horses were ours but Dad and Mom didn't want to ride them. They took care of them. Meet Storm and her mother Sasa. Storm is also a brown horse with a white line from his head to his mouth but he's darker. Sasa, on the other hand, is a golden brown horse. Storm gots it's darker color because Apple is his father. I heard my mom shout so it's time to go. With one last look, I left the stables and went inside the house.

"You're an Omega, lady Annalisa. You can't die from falling off a horse. I'm ninety nine percent sure." I gave the horses a thorough look. One of them was white and the other was black with an insignia of Trinigad — it was a royal horse, similar to the one Amelia and Rhea rode in the riding hall. I imagined myself riding on one of the horses and it didn't sit well with me. Tons of time I'd watched Amelia and Rhea ride on their horse, and as much as they seemed to enjoy equestrian pursuits, I couldn't imagine myself enjoying it.

It was an ancient Arapaho tradition, passed down through Jeremy's great-grandfather, who had fostered a deep respect for the Arapaho people and their unique approach to breaking in horses without breaking their spirits. With each nudge of the reins and every shift of their weight, Alexandra felt a profound connection with the horse beneath her. The rhythm of their movements echoed the heartbeat of the land, and she understood the significance of this bond between human and animal. It was a testament to the enduring relationship between Jeremy's family and the Arapaho, a relationship built on mutual respect and understanding.

I whispered against his chest. I loved when he held me in his arms like this. Wrapping my arms around his body, I began hugging him back. I wished that these peaceful days with Ren would last forever. … “What about these?” Hans said as he proudly presented four horses to us. We were now outside on the grass field and Han’s men had walked in four horses that he had preselected for me to choose from. I couldn’t tell the difference between the horses at all except for their outward appearance such as their size and the color of their coats. This is going to be hard, and we haven’t gotten to the learning how to ride part yet. --To be continued…

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did

Something that did not belong in nature. The horse barn. My heart dropped. Those horses were not just animals to us. They were part of our family. Some had been with the pack for years and years. Young warriors learned to ride on their backs. The children fed them apples and carrots. They were gentle giants who had never known anything but kindness.

“Are you serious right now?” Kavian’s voice was calm, so steady it sent another wave of irritation crashing through her. “You know, animals—especially horses—have the ability to sense when danger is near. They become restless, unsettled, even unruly. To the unknowing, it might look like madness. But in reality, the horse is trying to save both itself and its rider.” Laura blinked, taken aback, confusion flickering through her frustration. “What does that have to do with anything we’re talking about?”

And Mane’s father, Ray, always boasted about how he had won his mother, Alexis’s heart and made her his girlfriend when they were only teens. Mane turned his attention to the carriage that the Thrasher was responsible for guarding. It was a luxuriously decorated carriage. It was a large white carriage with gold ingots adorning the door. The horses that pulled the carriage were large and strong. They were called Gold Hoofed Horses due to the yellow color of their hooves. They were expensive and difficult to come by. But they weren’t as rare or as strong as Red Maned Horses. So if Red Maned Horses and Gold Hoofed Horses were up for sale, the Red Maned Horse would undoubtedly be sold for a much

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

" Baby, See what that psycho did to me. She burnt my beautiful skin. I am not going to let her get away with it. She must pay for hurting me. What do you say, I send her a doctor's letter for her to compensate me for the damage she made?" Maya knew the truth but of course, Alex chose to believe what he saw. He never questioned his vision. Hence, Maya found a free horse to ride on, just for her amusement. Upon hearing her words, Alex's fist clenched into a ball. He shouldn't be missing that vicious woman.