Long Horse Story Novels & Stories

Kain's voice interrupted from behind them. "Hunter? What happened to it?." Ethan rushed off instantly with Kain. While Thea followed. When they got there, they met that the horse was weak and laid on the floor. "What happened to Hunter?." He asked, carefully examining the horse. "We think it caught a cold. It might have fallen sick from riding so much in short while." Kain explained and Ethan realized that he overworked the horse. The silver Claws kingdom was an eight hour journey and he managed to get there in five hours. The horse must've been tired from so much work.

Shortly thereafter, he shifted his attention back to me, the anticipation of his words hanging in the air. “Have you ridden a horse before?” he asked and I raised a brow. No I haven’t ridden one before. While I had witnessed countless portrayals of horse riding in movies and games, the experience had eluded me. The closest encounter with a horse-like creature had been a black pony, a birthday gift for Kate. Tragically, the pony's life was cut short, despite Kate's fantasy of becoming a queen with a pony sidekick. Her uncle, who owned a ranch, had presented the pony in pursuit of her whimsical dreams.

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.

She sat on the other side of Qin Haodong and asked, "Yes, hubby, why did you say that the person from the Dragon Academy is stupid?" Qin Haodong said, "Then I'll tell you a story. The name of the story is 'Tian Ji's strategy for horse racing'. "In the past, there was a general called Tian Ji. He was very fond of horse racing. Once, he competed with the King. Their horses were divided into high-grade, medium-grade and low-grade horses.

Toby looked shocked as he said, "Legend has it that the dam was named after a settler's horse named Pretty Boy." Toby went on: "The horse was a beautiful white colt, a gift from a loving father to his beloved daughter Josephine. The pale white horse was the pride of the community, but on a stormy day, a flash flood swept him into the raging rapids, and he was lost forever. It is said that if you see the pale white horse, you're in big trouble. "The horse is warning you! " Beth then said, "I was always told that story as a little girl, but I have never seen the pale white horse."

she began. "Not too long ago, a mama race horse, often called a mare, gave birth to three wonderful kids. Two males, called colts, and a female, called a filly. Their life was definitely going to be one of bliss and prosperity since they were the children of a talented and world-renowned race horse. They were supposed to have their whole life ahead of them. But one day, mama race horse made a big mistake while jumping over one of the steeples during an important race. She fell down and all her body weight came crashing down on her leg, breaking a number of bones. She was never going to be able to walk again, talk less of being able to race anymore. Just like that, one of the only things she

So I was well aware that nothing would set him off like calling his stories funny or peculiar. Which is exactly why I did so. Quite regularly. His outraged responses were just too amusing to resist. And right on cue, he scowled at me. “They’re not funny or peculiar, brat. They’re fascinating and exciting. You just don’t appreciate the true magnetism of what I tell you.” “Of course, I do,” I argued. “That story about the metal horse that moves on two wheels will stick with me forever. What did you call the conveyance again?”

he replied without turning his head away from the lake to look at his teacher. “But, your highness, you haven't seen and don't seem to hear all of my explanation.” The handsome little boy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then turned to the teacher. Then he recounted what the adult explained so easily and without a single mistake. “This horse is named Clairin, a horse of the Falabella race. She is about seven hands tall and two years and six months old. She is docile and likes to be stroked on the back of the neck,” explained Alessandro quickly. Ignoring the teacher he had just made gaping, he looked back at the calm looking lake.

The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it was as the house's fur was on fire, all the fur on the body of the horse was flaming. Bilimo saw Xasha was looking at the flaming horse and walked over to him, "this is a pegasus, they are no good in a fight, but they are extremely fast, they have always been used as mounts during wars. We use Shadow Unicorns as mounts, they aren't as fast as pegasuses but they can help out in a fight."

Though these pets were faulty and were often the least of their kind, they were still very dangerous. There was a hell-horse whose flames would burn eternally, indiscriminately, until it fully consumes whatever it touches. The Master had put that hell-horse to death, because it could not be taught. But the Prince had spared it, and tamed it, and now the hell-horse’s flames only burned what the Prince tells it to burn.