Horseland Novels & Stories

“You can count on forty horses at sunup, thirty-five dollars a horse.” “We’ll be here,” Wilbarger said. “You won’t have to hunt us up.” “Wait a minute,” Call said. “What’s your horse brand, or do you have one?” “I have one,” Wilbarger said. “I brand HIC on the left hip.”“Are your horses shod?” Call asked. “All shod,” Wilbarger said. “Bring ’em if you see ’em.” “What’s HIC stand for?” Augustus asked.

They got up in the morning , and headed towards their destination. It was going to take them approximately 2 hours .Hoor was enjoying the journey, the roads so beautiful with greenery all around . When they reached tolipir .A lot of other tourists were also looking around .Hoor was enjoying every second of the exploring . The smile wasn't leaving her face. Hoor was looking at the beautiful scenery infront of her, the river flowing down below, the water looking so clear, the trees covering the slope of hills .

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

“Do you know who this belongs to?” Her eyes widened. She turned to someone behind me. I met her gaze and it was her lead Warrior, Dara, who stood outside. “Warriors have it here.” She replied. “Why?” Why did she look at Dara? That was heavily suspicious. “This horse tail is expensive and few. Can only be found at Black Hills.” She scoffed. “Oh please. Boots and Rivers market sell anything. And the ones in Black Hills’ could be a cheap copy.”

______________ "Hey, a white horse. Are you tired? Your pace is quite slow." We were still halfway to Cassian's residence, and his white horse seemed weary, as if exhausted. "Do you want to rest? It seems I can buy you some food around here," I said to the horse while still riding it. Fortunately, we reached a small area with a bustling population. It resembled a market but with a more luxurious atmosphere. The name of this area was Golden Hooker. True to its name, this place was renowned for producing the finest gold in the world. Simultaneously, its inhabitants were known to be wealthy.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 As expected my seven-hour walk around the entire land, there was nothing I could find. Nothing that helped me figure out what was going on with the land. The grass looked as green as they were gonna get, everything on the surface level looked good. But the crops are dying slowly, the cattle too, and now I know one of my horses is suffering from an injury I can’t explain, the others might suffer from the same issue.

The man knew how to push until everything Pandora desired hung on the word 'surrender'. “Now you’re coming home with me. Five days in the dorm is enough; the remaining two days are when you have to be with me. I won’t accept refusal, Pandora.” That was why Pandora was here. On a vast field. Watching herself in the shadow of a horse. The Thoroughbred Kingston had given her. A horse known as the most competitive breed. Its slender, strong, and agile build supported its ability to run fast, making it capable of tearing through the racecourse.

“Let’s go for a horse ride before dinner.” Anna’s face lit up immediately. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” The sun had softened into amber by the time they reached the stables. Two horses awaited them—a chestnut mare named Luna and a dark stallion named Max. The stable master, a seasoned guide named Jack, greeted them and adjusted their saddles. Gerald helped Anna onto Luna with gentle hands. She felt a nervous thrill as she settled in, gripping the reins lightly. Gerald swung up onto Max beside her, looking entirely at ease.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”