Horseland Novels & Stories

His long hair was let down, hanging loosely from his shoulder. The thin necklace he wore under the white shirt gave him a sexy vibe. His black cotton pant looked proper and well-ironed. He drove a Ferrari towards the Haven Hotel. It was one of the most prestigious places that had limited access. Not anyone could enter the place no matter how rich. Being the owner has its packs and this was one of them.

Cajun stopped and looked around. “Are we here, old man?” Lloyd didn’t think it anything weird at all to be talking to a horse. Cajun just snorted and stomped. Looking around, Lloyd saw no one in the dense tree cover, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close. Ben’s horse was the smartest animal Lloyd had ever encountered. It even did tricks. When they were all in high school, Camille and Willamina had spent the summer teaching him the tricks. Ben had taken them to the state fair to see the dancing horses. Over the next long winter, he had taught the old paint pony some new tricks. Lloyd almost smiled remembering how Ben would send it out after a coyote, like a trained dog after a fox. Lloyd ea

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

Currently there were people traversing the vast and dangerous wilderness as they sought to get to Asher City. Four horses traveled at a speed so fast that the naked eye would only see blurry images of them. Two of these horses only carried luggage, with each of the two carrying two large bags. The other two horses carried people. There were four people in total – three males and a female – and each horse carried two of them. These people were Ivor, Lam, Mane and Lily. Ivor and Lam shared one horse. The large stature of Red Maned Horses made it so that even Ivor’s large build was easily accommodated and Lam didn’t feel uncomfortable. Mane and Lily shared the other Red Maned Horse. But unlike

The fact that it has persisted for over two months aggravates me. As I sit at the table to eat my breakfast, ignoring Eugenius and Kyltië, I mentally go over what I need to do today. I’ve my training after breakfast, and then I’m supposed to inspect some new horses we received from a Poseidon House horse breeder. The breeder had property in that small town outside Pella that the chimera ravaged.

Someone would have thought he is insane but Grusha didn’t since she also agreed that if she were him she would also drive any far just to feel this peacefulness. Everything was drowned in a deep darkness to the point she could not see the sea and the sky separately. Moon being the only source of the light helped them to see their surroundings to some extent though Damien didn't really mind as he moved so freely around giving her proofs of his past frequent visits. The previous calmness that put Grusha’s mind at ease was becoming anxious by time since she knows that she is not alone and there is someone to talk with though he seemingly has decided to keep his lips tight. Grusha leaned more fo

Some of the renditions showed me in a good light. “Riding, shooting, fencing?” The groom stood up. “She can ride anything with legs, including the horus.” I was impressed. The horus is a fearsome beast that looked like a giant falcon with razor sharp talons and a sharp, hooked beak. He had two heads. No one could ride him except for Birgir and myself. “She can shoot from the back of a beast or on her feet. She is quick with the bow.”

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Towards A Happy Ending … “Horses! They are still horses here!” Kulv exclaimed when they saw the horses in the stable after they arrived. “And they are all still alive!” he added as he patted the neck of one of the horses while Laggas combed the mane of a pitch-black horse.

La-di-da! Iris jumped from rock to mound to rock as she made her way to the town. It was a beautiful day, the deep green of the trees vibrant against the bright blue sky. A slight breeze tugged at her long hair and seemed to fill up her chest, until she was light as air and giddy with the warm sunlight glowing against her skin. Iris enjoyed the rare moment of levity and bubbling energy before slowing down to a sedate pace as she turned a hill and caught sight of the town's sloping roofs. A Candlemaiden should walk with grace and gravity: Mother Hall's words, not Iris's. She wasn't quite sure what it meant to walk with gravity, but she figured walking slowly and steadily was a good bet.