Nietzsche Horse Novels & Stories

I gestured towards his horse. "Oh him?" Nate looked at his horse and smiled. "His name is Ryde. And if you are curious, Ace's horse is called Midnight." "I didn't ask for his horse." I mumbled and petted Ryde. He let out a snort of delight as I rubbed his neck. I was enjoying petting Ryde when a pest suddenly spoke. "Get on your horses! We are leaving!!" Ace ordered as he sat on top of his black horse, Midnight, impatiently.

“Too many people around and I want you focused.” He brought out a large black horse from the stable, it was strong and had sharp eyes. The horse snorted, stamping its feet on the ground. “This is Nyx,” Kael said, resting a hand on the horse’s neck parting it. I reached out without thinking, brushing my fingers along the horse’s mane. Nyx stopped moving instantly, leaning slightly into my touch. Kael blinked. “He doesn’t let anyone do that.” I smiled softly. “I’ve always loved horses. My father used to take me riding when I was little. I cared for them back in Duskwatch too.”

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

"Jeez, what are you doing up this early? Pops isn't expecting us until this evening." "Yeah, well, I wanted to get there and deal with the fucking rat. Pops thinks he's Ukrainian but he isn't sure" "Why isn't he sure?" I pull up a photo of the man sitting in a chair tied to it. "He's tongue-less" I laugh because it makes my life so much harder, but the aftermath of all this anger and energy simmering in my body will be worth it. "You're a freak, you know that," Elio mutters, but I know he loves this type of stuff just as much as me.

Sean shouted, but he was already moving forward, his gun raised to cover the clearing. Nero didn't stop until he reached the very center of the circle of cars. He slid to a halt, his hooves tearing up the gray gravel. Christopher didn't dismount; he simply let his body fall from the side of the horse, hitting the ground with a heavy, sickening thud. The small wooden horse rolled out of his open palm, landing in the dirt between his fingers.

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.

These memories were coming into his mind as he stared at the great horse on the cliffs of the upper mountains. Yvayn removed his cloak and the broken sword and set them down. He walked up to the horse, which was breathing heavily. It backed up the path, and the young prince followed. Yvayn held out his hand in friendship but the horse reared back and tried to set for another charge. This time, as the horse passed, he grabbed it by the mane and leaped onto its back just as he had seen in the stone pictures of Careath. The great horse was not too happy with this and tried to buck the rider. Next, he moved close to a cliff and tried to scare Yvayn. But that did not work, and the young prince he

Carla warned me before I could touch the horse who was looking at me while snorting. I quickly pulled my hand back and turned to her. “But why? He looked so nice.” “Yeah, until he kicks you. That horse is Prince Kraven's former horse, Night. He has been his favorite since he was a child, but the horse suddenly became unfriendly.” I looked at the horse again and I wasn't sure if my eyes were tricking me but he looked so sad. “He looked sad.”I muttered, my heart suddenly hurting. “I'm sure he is, but still, don't touch him. Let's go and finish up.”

Lizzy stumbled back. A voice whispered from behind. “His name is Atheas. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? An Akhal-Teke. The rarest breed you’ll find.” Kris’s strong hands gripped her shoulders. “Be careful. Don’t get too close. He’s a one-person horse. He hates strangers.” Lizzy tried to turn, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are. I like having my two beauties in one room.” Then his hands roamed. Lizzy sobbed as they slipped under the shirt and explored.

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.