Horseland Novels & Stories

“ 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

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

"It's a girl!" I turned and ran towards the white horse as the men chased after me, then clambered on top of it. I'd never ridden a horse before—my father usually said it was just for warriors—but I settled comfortably enough into the saddle. As the men reached the horse, I kicked its side with enough force to send it running through the forest, heading west. The men behind me never relented. They continued to race after me—some even changed into their wolf forms—but the horse was considerably faster, just a head ahead of them. I scanned the area for Alexander as I reached the border of the forest to the west, then spotted him.

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

Storm climbed onto his shoulder despite his complaints and pointed dramatically toward the sandbox. “Daddy. Horsie.” Sebastian blinked. “Storm, sweetheart… that is sand.” “Horsie.” “It’s… not shaped like a horse.” Storm crossed her arms, tiny brows furrowed. “I want horsie.” Sebastian turned to me helplessly. “She wants a horse.” “She wants a sand horse,” I clarified. “I can’t make a sand horse.” “You’re the Alpha,” I said, smirking. “Of course you can.”

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

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.

Callie and Damon got dressed quickly, throwing on comfortable clothes suitable for riding. They made their way to the stables, where two magnificent horses were already saddled and waiting for them, one a deep chestnut brown, the other a striking gray with white markings. They mounted their horses and set off at a steady pace, moving away from the estate and into open land. The morning air was crisp and cool, the sun still low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the grass. They rode far, really far. So far that they were nowhere close to the pack territory anymore. The familiar landmarks disappeared behind them, replaced by rolling hills and dense clusters of trees that Callie had ne

She wasn't trying to impress anyone today. "I’m so glad you came, Willow," Matthew said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I’ve missed my favorite honorary sister." "It’s good to see you too, Matthew." The race began with a thunderous roar of hooves. The crowd was on its feet. The competition narrowed down to two horses: a fiery red stallion named Jordan and a sleek, midnight-black mare named Cage. "Go, Jordan!" Blair screamed, actually on the same side as Willow for once.

At the front of the column rode Soren and Valerie, their mounts picking their way carefully across the slick, black ice lining the cliffside trail. Soren rode a massive, dark-coated Northern warhorse—a creature bred in the high tundra, with broad hooves and a heavy, matted mane that caught the falling ice. Beside him, Valerie rode a slender silver stallion whose breath puffed in rapid, rhythmic plumes against the freezing air.