Long Horse Story Novels & Stories

She paused then said, “We’ll send someone back tonight to load him up.” She realized in the truck on the way home she hadn’t even checked to see what the horse’s registered name was and when she did, she burst out laughing. Kyle raised a brow at this reaction and asked, “What’s so funny?” She replied “Priceless, utterly priceless.” This morning Cody told me he had a line on a two-year old that was from the Heartbreaker’s line, well we just bought Heartbreaker.” Kyle stared at her stunned and said, “Please tell me your kidding?” At her questioning look; he said, “That horse is a legend nearly; his gene pool alone is worth more than twenty grand.”

This guy must really have a death wish. It's better that he took the story teller with him. Who knows someone from his troops might betray him? At least if that happens, no one would have the guts to threaten the story teller's life. "But I'm not used to riding horses!" the story teller reckoned, problematic as he had been ever since he laid eyes on the horse. He thought a prince would ride a carriage or wagon or something comfortable. Then maybe at least he could curl in a corner next to him. It doesn't even matter if he'd just clung outside by the window–he can manage that. Just don't let him ride a horse! He didn't want to break some of his bones again!

"I once watched two kings start a war over a horse." I blinked. "A horse?" "A horse." "You're joking." "I wish I were." The disbelief on my face must have been obvious. Atreus nodded. "They spent months arguing about ownership." "Months?" "The horse died before the dispute ended." I stared at him. Then burst out laughing. "You're making that up." "I'm not." "That's ridiculous." "It was." I shook my head. "Humans are weird." Atreus looked at me. "Wolves aren't much better."

"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.

The damn creature was much more faster on sand than our horses. As for me, I rode my horse faster than ever, I couldn't think straight, What kind of demonic creature is this? But before I could get far, Another giant lizard popped out right in front of me knocking me and my horse with its tail.. The impact send us fling here in the air, my horse fell down and broke it's neck and I fell on my shoulder dislocating it.. I was hurt all over that I couldn't move.. I soon passed out after that.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Better to take a safe way. But it's already too late when I got out. My horse has freed himself from his stable and was already galloping outside passed the bridge. Uncle Wenziel told me that the horse originally belonged to my father, and no-one has been able to tame him, not even uncle Wenziel. I chased after him, but it would be hopeless to catch a horse by foot. "Luk!" that's what my father named his horse according to uncle Wenziel. Luk belongs to a rare breed of untamed horses, but even so, he calms himself down wherever I walk closer to him.

After they were only a kilometer away, Altair looked closely at the horse, which was pinkish-purple in color with a long mane on its back and a horn on the top of its head. The horse prepared to attack alertly for Altair to get away from him. "Poor creature," said Altair. "I know you're just an ordinary horse even though you look like a pony in my world," said Altair as he spread his arms. “But in my world back then your form was fictional, well… actually you weren't the only one who was here like in a fairy tale.” “With dragons, magic and monsters… hufth…” Altair sighed and crossed his arms.

Currently there were people traversing the vast and dangerous wilderness as they sought to get to Asher City. Four horses traveled at a speed so fast that the naked eye would only see blurry images of them. Two of these horses only carried luggage, with each of the two carrying two large bags. The other two horses carried people. There were four people in total – three males and a female – and each horse carried two of them. These people were Ivor, Lam, Mane and Lily. Ivor and Lam shared one horse. The large stature of Red Maned Horses made it so that even Ivor’s large build was easily accommodated and Lam didn’t feel uncomfortable. Mane and Lily shared the other Red Maned Horse. But unlike

The journey to the castle was a long, slow, and tedious. Most of the way was up hill and the path was rocky. The mid morning sun shown brightly as cottony white clouds floating bye on a sea of rich blue sky. The trees started to show tinges of yellow, orange, and red. The early signs of autumn were approaching. The air had a warm feel but a crisp smell. Cassia stepped on a rock and stumbled. She lightly tweaked her ankle which earned an “Ouch!” With a hiss of pain. Her companions paused to check on her. The large black horse nudged her with his mussel. “I’m alright….. you know we need to give you a name. Something other than horse.” Cassia looked at the great beast. “What is your name?” She