Horse Story Novels & Stories

I set a brisk pace towards the royal stables, the rising sun paints the sky in hues of orange and pink. The stable workers straighten to attention upon seeing me. They bring out my steed – a magnificent white stallion with a mane like spun gold. I mount the horse. The familiar warmth of the leather beneath him, the powerful energy of the animal thrumming through my legs. I nudge it forward, and we set off at a steady gallop. Our destination – the harem house.

“ your name is Bell?” The horse shook his head no. He stood quiet for moment. He walked over to BoldR and tugged on his belt. “Belt?” Cassia asked again. The horse pawed the ground and snorted at the ground. Cassia looked where he pawed. The shape he pawed looked like the letter A. “Belt A?” Cassia pieced the words slowly together. The horse stood quietly again as if to think. He began to look around for bit. He then walked over to the vine hanging from the tree. He nibbled a piece off and it fell to the ground. He picked it up in his mouth and brought it over to the road. He dropped the vine to the ground and began moving it around with his mussel. He picked up his head and stared for a mom

"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.

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.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

Mario then proceeded to pluck some fruits from the three and gently feed his horse with it while caressing it's face. Lara stared at the beautiful horse that was pure white without even a single coloured spot on it. It had a red star shape on its forehead and looked dashing. "Your horse is very pretty your highness." She complimented. "Dont you mean handsome? His name is Zyk." Mario said and Lara nodded and touched the horse on the back slowly. After feeding it a few more apples Mario took the horse rope from Lara. "I have a horse riding match to catch up with. You can come watch if you want."

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

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?”

Mr Rui ask . " Some are white gray , some fully white and some white brown . But we also had the black horse . Well.... let see . There we call him stallion types . The horse is first young master horse. He rides him to school . I brought him with me yesterday . " Fred points at a tall ,strong and sturdy black horse that follow beside Moo Shang's carriage .