Long Horse Novels & Stories

She fell in love with him when she saw him. The next horses were ours but Dad and Mom didn't want to ride them. They took care of them. Meet Storm and her mother Sasa. Storm is also a brown horse with a white line from his head to his mouth but he's darker. Sasa, on the other hand, is a golden brown horse. Storm gots it's darker color because Apple is his father. I heard my mom shout so it's time to go. With one last look, I left the stables and went inside the house.

Hopefully, the horse knows the way back to the palace. The harnessed horse yawns as I approach, unworried. It—I glance beneath its belly—he is a surprisingly handsome gray with a black mane to match his black legs and a white star on his forehead. He’s clearly been bred for distance, not speed, but I don’t know that speed would help either of us much here. “Would you like to go for a run?” I ask softly as I drift toward the cart itself.

He replied with a cheerful smile and led me out of the room. Horse races were a common thing here and Lorak always staked his money on a horse named Hallowell and it never won! He had hopes that someday, Hallowell will finally claim the title of the fastest horse in Silvermoon, but I had a feeling that his bubble might just be bursted yet again.

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

Mr Rui ask . " Some are white gray , some fully white and some white brown . But we also had the black horse . Well.... let see . There we call him stallion types . The horse is first young master horse. He rides him to school . I brought him with me yesterday . " Fred points at a tall ,strong and sturdy black horse that follow beside Moo Shang's carriage .

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

August's POV This feels so awesome. How come I just rode a big dolphin? Yes, you read it correctly. A freaking huge bottle-nose dolphin. Oh, haven't I identified yet? It's like a horse when it's under the sea and a water horse when it's on the surface. Why do they still call it water horse, when they can call it sea horse? The sea horse is more suitable there than the water horse. But I didn't think too much about it because it was just stressful.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

I run to the garbage and spit it out. “You know Sausage probably had his head in that dish, right?” I spit one more time. “I should have thought of that.” “It’s okay, Sausage is pretty clean with his mouth.” “Yeah… I don’t believe you. Anyway, they can have all they want. That stuff is disgusting. Maybe I’d better stick to picking out horses and leave the cooking for the chef.” “How’s the horse shopping going, by the way?” Langston asks. “Actually, pretty well. There’s a new colt being born soon with an excellent pedigree. Both the dam and sire are from long lines of winning horses. Some have even won the Kentucky Derby.”