Long Horse Story Novels & Stories

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”

Your name is Viridi! The Brook Horse snorts angerly and stomps his massive hooves in fury. "I knew I couldn't trust you, wizard," he sneers, throwing Laurin off his back. "Now you have to do as I wish!" Laurin shouts with triumph in his voice. The black stallionrears and in a powerful move he attempts to trample Laurin with his deadly hooves, Laurin just manages to roll to the side to escape the horse's wrath. "According to legend, I can control you now," he says calmly as he stands back up and brushes the dirt of his clothes.

“Did you ever see a hairy horse?” “I did. My father once took me to hunt in the forest. We killed a hairy horse,” Hunter shared. “Really?” Edgar asked in curious tone. “Yes. The horse is big and his butt too. When we attacked the hairy horse, he shouted, eeeing! And then we bit the calves and he said, eeeeing! And then…” “Shut it up!” Joel shouted. Edgar and Hunter stopped as they looked back at Joel. “Why are you suddenly shouting? You surprised me,” Edgar complained.

Turning to face him “ I don't know Cicero , why don't you fill us in on why we are here . And it's Lenny ! “ He chuckles and wags his finger at me . “ Not Princess Fallon , you , why you are here “ Taking a deep breath i already have a feeling i know the answer to this . I shrug my shoulders and give my best bord look while trying to keep my heart rate steady . “ Now I am sure growing up you both heard the story of the golden wolf “ I smile as i say “ Sorry dark lord , but my mother was dead and my fathers favourite thing to do was beat me “ .

The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm. Taking his sword, I blended into the shadows, leaving the alley behind. * Two days have passed after the fight and I finally reached the remote beach on the outskirts of New York City. A lonely black horse was gazing into the horizon. Upon sensing my presence, he trotted happily toward me. “Long time no see buddy,” I whispered the words when he snuggled into my shoulder. “Take us home.” I sigh, climbing onto his back and holding tight. Picking up speed toward the water he gradually lifted us in the air. Galloping now through the thick haze just above the dark waters.

“And this is Cobalt. He is a thoroughbred Arabian and has enough trophies to fill this entire lawn.” Josh introduced a new horse to Millicent, his voice full of pride as he stroked the mane of the huge, imposing russet horse “We can take a look at the room dedicated to his feats, later. He was one of the stars in the eyes of Tommaso, the boss’s father.” “Did he win many contests?” Alice watched her daughter ask, very concentrated “Like... Spelling? I’ve seen older girls get candy for this when I’m at daycare.”

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.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

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.

The older man places his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to stomp and kill men caught under their iron hooves. The horse of the cursed doppelganger was at least nineteen hands high and was pawing the ground. Both ears were lying back, and the stallion was bearing his teeth--a demonstration of hostility. Thank you, mom and dad, for the horseback riding lessons! The warning is loud and clear, halting my steps, and I begin to hum a lullaby softly. The horse's ears are now flicking back and forth, listening to the song. I take a small step forward and