Kakyoin Horse Novels & Stories

Celia greeted Reyona as she came to hug her. “Hi,” said Andrew, who was already placing a bet with Toria on who was going to win. Reyona was surprised to see three more horses at the ready, making five horses altogether with Enzo and Reyona’s horse. Reyona showed off her horse to everyone, and they all admired the unique coats of the two Akhal-Teke horses. Beside them, the other horses looked like Serfs beside Lords. Maxwell led Reyona to the high-backed chair close to the audience row.

Jasmine POV: Draco’s Dragon kept following us like crazy in meantime I saw King Sargon getting anxious, he kept on continuously snapping head band of his royal black horse and urged him to run more and more fast…. King Sargon horse was finest of royal Akhal Teke breed, Akhal Teke horses are well known for their speed and endurance… We were riding with king horse with speed of wind yet we were slow compare to Draco’s Dragon who was chasing us from behind by splurging his Dragon fires…

He was sitting just high enough to witness the rest of Jinx's magick. Three ethereal steeds that were a cross between a horse and a reindeer came to life, one black, one gray, and one white, all bigger and stronger than any animal Topside. The black was decorated in a purple gem-encrusted saddle and reins, the white in gleaming reds, and the gray in shimmering lemons. Hex power and demon essence and Orangelo aura.

****** Crescent Kingdom: That night, Rala and Rava both sneaked out of their respectively chambers and quietly made their towards where the horses are being kept. The girls had disguised themselves. "Should we go with the horses to the Hybrid kingdom. Won't it arouse suspicious towards us?" Rala asked. All the horses where white and white means royalties. Any rider with a white horse are assumed to be royal. Black horses are might for travelers. Unfortunately for the girls the only color of horses in their stable were all white which was what prompted Rala to asked. Giving it a thought Rava nodded her head, "You're right Rala. Riding on the horses would automatically exposed us in hybrid kin

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

It was way taller than a normal horse, at an abnormal height of over two meters. "Master Tsarayu, What's wrong. Can you ride an Elphia horse?" Xu noticed Tsarayu's expression as he asked, worried that Tsarayu might change his mind about leaving Elphia. "Ahh, I actually know how to ride a normal horse, but I don't know how to ride that," Tsarayu said as he pointed at this horse with a worried look. "Oh, It's fine. We already made preparations for such a situation." Tensha said with a smile

Apparently he had good skills in dealing with animals. Kaeisan, Great Helper, that was the name of Roman's black stallion, always appeared in Raen's dreams. Everything else was gone, including the blood horse. There was only him and the black horse. Sitting lightly in the saddle, Raen galloped across the fields in his dreams; the dusty streets flew under Kaeisan's swift hooves, and Raen cheered with happiness. A relaxed smile then lay on his face in his sleep.

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

“That’s unbelievable.” She sucked in air and her abdomen contracted with desire as she looked down on the six foot tall ebony beauty sitting astride one of the most powerful Black Friesian horses Ari had ever encountered. It’s sleek, ebony coat was a perfect match for Denai’s own rich flesh. Its size made Ari’s own Arabian mare look like a Shetland pony next to it. The colorful turban atop Denai’s shapely head added to the illusion of someone of stately importance -perhaps even royalty- approaching.

They averted my gaze and bowed. Luckily I didn't bump into anyone I didn't want to. In a few minutes, we were outside the stables. Orien was saddling a horse whose chest-nut color caught my eyes. Judging from its height, it was nothing less than sixty inches. I looked from its expressive head that went sideways every now and then to its broad forehead and prominent dark eyes to its upright well arched neck, its laid back shoulders, its not so long back, its well defined withers and its strong legs. Definitely a Morgan.