Inspirational Quotes Horse Novels & Stories

Everything comes at a price, and I was getting ready to cash mine in. I found myself drifting through the paddocks, listening to the horses grazing. I spotted the old bay mare next to an old fallen tree. She was my favourite, Birdy I called her. As free as a bird she looked to me, when I was a child. As a matured, I noticed her battle scars. The harness marks, the cuts on her legs. She was free now, but her life had been hard. Even through all the abuse I was sure she had uncounted. She remained soft and gentle. I taught myself to ride on her. She gave me the knowledge I needed to secure my job. I owed the old girl a lot. She lent me wings and freedom. Something that many never experienced h

"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.

I wanted this moment to last for eternity. I found myself admiring him as he went on laughing and all I could do was smile like an idiot. "Curse you, Blackwood," Justin stated. Eventually, we came to a stop before a white horse. "This is my favorite horse. I don't believe you've ridden her before because I'm always keeping her for myself but today, I'm going to release her to you. She's the love of my life. Take good care of her or I'll hunt you down myself," he threatened.

Then he added, turning to the horse, “Eiderte g’alde. Ren velde un gal’ibjer xenwer biolk, er daljer sairet.” This meant, “Ride carefully. Don’t dare to drop your owner. I’ll smash your skull with my bare hands if she gives a single cry.” The shellmougr jerked his head, tossing his mane. White clouds streamed from his nostrils, as if they were surrounded by winter’s frost and not a warm summer evening. His crimson eyes flashed with rage. However, in a moment the horse lowered his head, carefully pawing the ground with his hoof.

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.

Jack laughed when I muttered about the horse’s impatience. “You’ve been in the city too long,” Jack teased, patting the animal’s neck. “Horses don’t care about deadlines or financial reports. They care about oats and affection. Simple creatures. You could learn something from them.” “Maybe I could,” I admitted, running the brush along the gelding’s side. “Simple is something I’ve been chasing for a while.” Jack gave me a long look, the kind of look only an uncle could give—a mixture of affection, exasperation, and hope. “And are you finding it here?”

“We didn't come all this way just to stop every few minutes because my body decided to give me trouble.” Caspian frowned as he kept his horse close to mine, clearly not convinced by my attempt to brush it off. “I'm not asking you to turn back,” he replied, his eyes moving over my face as though he could see through every excuse I was making. “I'm asking you to admit when you're struggling before you fall off that horse and leave me scrambling to keep you alive.”

“Alright, baby. You got this,” River encouraged. “You have to beat fifteen point two seconds.” I nodded and took a deep breath, then let it go. My horse Crixus turned to face the correct direction. Crixus was a smart well-trained horse. “Go!” River yelled. Crixus and I sped forward. Crixus pushed as fast as he could. I did my best to direct him at a sharp angle. We cleared one barrel and raced to the next one. We made it around the second barrel.

Jason comes back in no time and Dyl and Esmy get on the horses, Jason tells me to get on the beautiful black beauty whose name I'm told is Gypsy and apparently the most humble horse they have. Jace holds onto me and helps me mount the horse. The horse moves slightly and I panic. "Oh my goddess! Babe, I'm gonna fall!" I whisper shout because I read somewhere that the best way not to spook an animal is to talk quietly , no shouting. "Take a deep breath and just try to relax." Jace says. Dyl and Esmy are busy laughing at me, I just scowl at them. Jace unties the horse and hands me the reins, He then gets on his horse so effortlessly it takes my breath away.

" She did the same thing as me and closed her eyes. Her horse began to move forward, but by the halfway point, it desired to turn around. She erupted in a fit of rage. I was in serious trouble, I thought. "Do not even think about giving up in the middle of a project. Make a good horse out of yourself. You're going to come to me, I'm sure. You should be aware that I am a queen." I spoke to the horse as if he were able to comprehend what I was saying. To my surprise, the horse managed to cross the river on his own. He leaned his head against my chest. Then I scratched his ears and stroked the back of his neck. He gave a snort of approval.