Nietzsche Horse Novels & Stories

With Nixie's help I climb onto his back, and I ride on his back to the place where I had found him. Ansel followes close behind, I can feel his anxiety and mistrust through the Amore bond. Once we reach Nixie's house I try to climb down from the horses back, but I am not strong enough to. "Annie, he is a Nykur... Unless you call him by that name you will be stuck to his fur..." Ansel tells me.

One man and one horse gave people an illusion of powerful momentum. The bald and tattooed giant man, with his eyes flashing green light, focused all his attention on the young man's white horse. "Is that... Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province?" This giant man had a good eye, and he recognized the blood lineage of the white horse at a glance. A neigh could make the half-demon horse Black Wind Beast feel frightened and uneasy and only the top three in the Horse List in Snow Province had such a capability. ...

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

“I know what you're thinking, but I'm not taking Than.” He stopped, causing me to bump into him. Then he turned around, one brow raised. “What?” I drew a deep breath. “I'm not taking Kaan's horse.” He shrugged. “Then don't. I wasn't talking about his horse.” He opened Kaan's private stable, and I realized that a few more horses were there. Nathair pointed at the dark gray one with a silver mane. “This is Atius. You won't find a horse faster than he is, and with your weight, he will carry you for hours.”

I was about to press him, but Nero whinnied impatiently, his ears pinned back. "Too slow for you?" I whispered to the horse, eyeing the long, treacherous stretch of the Northern Hunt Path ahead. I glanced at Kael, a challenge sparking in my eyes. "You don't seriously believe that iron-grey tank can outrun a Stormborn stallion on open ground, do you?"

“That animal has killed a man. If you won’t keep yourself safe I will do it for you.” “This horse tossed a man who was daft enough to climb on the back of a full-grown horse who didn’t want to carry him and then hit him with a whip for daring to object. Why would the horse be expected to condone that when it is more than strong enough to rid himself of the pestilence? That is like asking you to put little Sofie on your shoulders and expecting you to tolerate her, pulling your hair and slapping your face. You would put her off of you, just as the horse did that man, only the horse has no hands to do so gently. It isn’t the horse's fault the man landed on his head. I’ve been feeding him scraps

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

He is quiet, too quiet. He drives so fast that my heart starts beating really fast. But I wouldn't dare to complain. He seems very unstable and i know it is best not to question him in this state. Maybe he is mad that he hurt me or.... Maybe he is mad at me, such a fragile creature, being his mate. Is he regretting the whole situation? Or maybe he is also mad about Toby leaving the pack. I don’t know. And they said you are spiritually connected once your mate mark you, my ass.

she asked softly, fingertips still on the horse's withers as if she received strength from the horse. Atlas, of course, held steady. He was bred to be a warhorse and, more importantly, a horse of Ares. Like any animal, horses can sense certain dangers. As an Ares, similar yet different from a Hades, I am seen as dangerous to animals. I clicked once as I guided Atlas into a turn to head back to the healing tents my group had brought the members of Apollo House to. "If it wasn't, I was not told. I named him four years ago when I chose him as my horse." I explained.

“That sounds very much like that other noise.” With a small, frustrated shriek she heeled her horse. Lonnix sidled up next to him with a worried look. “Take care not to get burned at your own game.” *** Once they were all mounted, they heeled their horses. It didn’t take long to catch up to Nim. Despite her best efforts, the nag refused to do more than a lazy step. In-fact she was tempted to stalk off herself, sure that she could stomp away faster than the rabid horse was willing to do.