Horse Story Novels & Stories

The white horse nodded its head. “oh God, what do you want me to get from dear?”, asked Lt. Jim again. The horse bitten one of the grass near Lt. Jim and chewed it. “you are hungry?”, asked Lt. Jim. The horse nodded its head three times. “why do I need to dive in, you can have all the grass here, I don’t eat them”, exclaimed Lt. Jim. The horse moved its head like it was saying no. “oh wow, okay fine, you are the most demanding mammal I have ever seen”, mumbled Lt. Jim.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

“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?”

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.

I look at him. "She is beautiful. Honestly, if you put a horn on this horse she could pass as a unicorn", I slowly stroke her body, she is perfect. "She is an Andalusian horse, Jaguar is a Friesian horse and fish, well fish is a fish" I laugh shaking my head, he is far from a fish, and Jaguar is beautiful and black, he reminds me of the story black beauty. "Okay Fish is a Knabstrupper, I had hoped MJ would look at the spots and call him Dalmatian, spot, but no he got fish" I laugh, the horse is unusual I have never seen a horse with spots.

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.

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

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.

He asks, his breath was felt on the back of her neck. Giggling she looks back at him, grabbing his hand from her waist she pulls him to a stall, “this one, the Silver Dabble Missouri Fox Trotter.” She studied horses when she was younger thanks to a book her mother gave her, she fell in love with them ever since she was six. Manuel smirks and pulls the horse out, “yes, this is a good choice, this is bullet as he is fast but he is a good trainer horse.” Saddling the stallion, he smirks and helps her on top, kissing her quickly as she jumps up, swinging her leg around.

Ezekiel explained. His words made Miriam and Ezra furrow their brows, listening solemnly. "The horses she mounted had never instantly recognized her as their master. So every time she mounts a horse, it would always be a fight," Heath said. As both men told the story, their eyes sparkled in admiration. They continued their story with more light anecdotes about Harriet's younger days. Some funny, some cool. And then, it came to the story about Harriet's favorite stallion. "His name was Joy. But he's anything but," Ezekiel said, half laughingly.