Long Horse Story Novels & Stories

her beloved horse, and as she dragged the horse along, and it was obvious that the animal that was meant to speed up her journey was then the reason that she became slow, and long after she saw a bear, and the bear was like from the family of the one that had attacked the poor harmless horse, she drew her sword and was ready to fight, but then all the five of them collapsed before her, she noticed they were all tired, and they can possibly be a threat to her, so she began to move on, when one of the falling animals spoke faintly," please help us and we shall help you locate the rain, " at first she was more angry, for the fact that one of them did this to her lovely horse, the one that had

Sam sat across from them, his easy smile in place. Maya was telling a story about the horse. She had been telling it for ten minutes. She didn't seem to be running out of breath. "... and the horse was so big! Bigger than Grandpa's car! And he was wearing a crown! A real crown!" "Wow," Sam said. "A crown." "I told him he was the king of horses. He nodded. I think he understood." Nerissa laughed. "Maya, you can't talk to horses."

The man bowed and quickly left. Archie turned and stood with his arms crossed, looking around. After three minutes he heard the footsteps of a horse approaching. He turned and saw the stable master bringing his horse. Archies horse was brown and very beautiful. "Thank you!" Archie said already approaching the horse. The man walked away and bowed. Archie climbed onto the horse. "Come on Alex!" he hit the horse's sides with his legs. The horse started walking. Archie rode towards somewhere in the realm's countryside.

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.

I could only guess that the horse belonged to Seth. “His name is Neul.” Seth materialized behind me, nearly causing me to jump. “He's the fastest horse in all of Farindoria.” He walked over to the horse and stroked his mane. “He's beautiful.” That I could say honestly. Neul looked like a true king's horse, looking surely more noble than the asshole who was about to climb on his back. Correcting the smile on my face, I turned to Seth. “How far are we going?”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine's laughter danced in the air, a delightful sound carried by the gentle breeze as Zayn shared the tale of his first horseback riding adventure. It was a story filled with youthful bravado and a runaway horse, depicting young Zayn being dragged upside down, his leg stuck in the stirrup, until a timely rescue saved him from what could've been an incredibly embarrassing (or even tragic) ending.

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

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.

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

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."