Horse Story Novels & Stories

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 press my forehead against the horse's warm body, hesitating to mount. Being a former White, there are so many things I can do—things that were added to all the White children’s curriculum—and horse riding is one of them. But since it’s Saturn’s hobby, and I’ve watched the girl ride so many times, I can’t help being reminded about her. “We’re back here again, hoppy,” I mumble while gently hitting my head against the horse. Hoppy is Saturn’s horse, and this one looks close to Hoppy. The loud hoot of an owl scares me; causes me to whip my head toward the woods, nervous eyes scanning the trees.

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.

"Ron, this horse got spooked while running just now. Can you check if it's injured?" The horse was the one Stella rode earlier. Ron led the horse out of the stable for a careful examination. Soon, he reached a conclusion, "Mr. Kane, the horse isn't injured. It was probably a stress response." "A stress response?" Keegan frowned. "These horses have gone through desensitization training. How could they be triggered?" "It probably wasn't triggered by any sounds or such. More likely, the reins or something else might've brushed against its old wound while you and the ladies were riding, making it react instinctively."

The side of his mouth twitched, watching me with amusement. "I have never been to a stable!" Excitement dripped from my voice. "But now you are here." "Are those yours?" I asked in awe, approaching the stable with my small steps. There were five horses standing there, some were munching on green grass and some were staring at us with big brown eyes. A brow of his raised. "What do you think?" I bit my lip. Of course they were his. This was his farmhouse after all. A black horse jumped and neighed at Adrian as he rubbed his neck gently. "This is Silas, my horse. Though I also ride Logan sometimes." He pointed at the brown one standing beside Silas. "But Silas is my favorite."

Harlow I climbed behind Cyrus on his bike and caught sight of the MC insignia on the back of his leather vest. It said "Bone Hills Howlers" around the figure of a wolf howling in front of a full moon. "I like your vest," I said. "It's called a cut," he replied as he revved the engine. "Helmet," he reminded me. "Safety first," I joked as I slid his helmet on. I leaned forward and grasped onto either side of his firm torso with my hands, breathing in a mixture of scents. Cologne and engine oil. Oddly comforting.

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

The man bowed and quickly left. Archie turned and stood with his arms crossed, looking around. After three minutes he heard the footsteps of a horse approaching. He turned and saw the stable master bringing his horse. Archies horse was brown and very beautiful. "Thank you!" Archie said already approaching the horse. The man walked away and bowed. Archie climbed onto the horse. "Come on Alex!" he hit the horse's sides with his legs. The horse started walking. Archie rode towards somewhere in the realm's countryside.

Muffled grunts reached her ears. Holly repeated her attacks, over and over again. Her shoulder was sore by the time the wood splintered. She didn't care. Holly kicked at the door and she managed a hole wide enough to stick her hand through where she could unlock the door handle. Famine had Eros pinned beneath him. The former cabbit was pale, a ghostly white and a black aura flowed from him and into Famine's mouth. Holly still didn't hesitate. She threw herself at the horsemen.

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.