Novel Horse Novels & Stories

Apparently, Fawn’s very own fairy dream man doesn’t. A horse neighing breaks my concentration, so I glance around, and I better remember this dream when I wake up because this is some prime fantasy novel fodder. Maybe I could finally write that book. The horses, two of them, one pristine white with a very pale pink mane, tail, and hair around the feet, the other solid black. They were huge, muscular horses with the big hairy feet the Clydesdales are known for. Wowza! The white horse was eyeing me from the side. So I smiled at her, and she threw her head and nickered.

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

Just like before, he pretended like he never heard her. "That's Belle the white horse which as pretty as me." She said pertaining to a white mare. He finds the name of the horses cute most specially the black stallion. He just love that horse like he wanted to ride him. Not that he was fond with animals but this is the first time he got an interest with stallion and feels like wanting to ride on it.

Vampiric horses? Holy crap.

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

for the steeds. "What's the name of this black-silked one?" I wonder, pointing to the shiny tall black horse who was busy munching his food. "Wawa," he said. Wawa. I repeated the name in my head. That was a one-of-a-kind name for a one-of-a-kind horse; I'd never heard of anyone with that name. I kept a close eye on the horse; out of ten, this one had intrigued me. My last horse ride was six months ago. Unfortunately, Nicholas came at that time and disturbed the fun. This time, I hope he won't.

- I prefer my own two legs, which will never let me down, to a restive animal. Ferbius laughed at this meager joke and led the guests to a field, in the distance of which the dark dots of horses grazing on the grass could be seen. - Look, these are ordinary horses. I don’t really pay attention to their breed - there are Venier draft horses, and horses from the Sinai Peninsula, and Savilir trotters - in general, their thoroughbred is not particularly important to me. The most important thing is foals with an admixture of Noulyard blood. And over there, in the shade of the trees, purebred nulliards graze. They do not particularly favor ordinary horses and get close to them mainly for mating. I

“Tell them what you bought her.” He sighed. “A new stallion. Big deal.” “Come again?” Alex asked, his eyes growing wide as he walked up to join the conversation. “You bought your thirteen-year-old a what?” Bob took his swing. The ball soared, arched, and landed right smack in the middle of the green. He came back to us, his club resting on his shoulder. “A stallion. You know? A male horse.” “Not just a male horse,” I said, shaking my head at the memory. “This damn horse was a breeding legend. Purebred, pure white stallion. The most beautiful coat you’ve ever seen. Long mane. Its offspring are all show horses, too. And the best part?”

I went to the stable to get my horse, which is called Light, because when I was a child I got lost in the forest behind the castle, it was already night and I was sitting on the ground crying, and there came a horse all white, he was the light in that darkness, afraid I approached him, and to my surprise, he bent down for me to climb on him, I climbed up and grabbed me by the long white hair, lay down and sleep when I woke up I was already in my room on my bed, my mother said that the horse brought me to the stable where a servant saw and caught me. I rode off as fast as I could, I loved the feeling of freedom when riding a horse and that was what I needed, riding a horse, I felt free, witho

He was alive, somehow, but still he was alive. Another souvenir, he thought, I needed one more. What’s a one new scar? The creature stumbled and fell. It was dead. He continued down the road. A group of riders scouted the road. They prepared. II The rides appeared from the tall grass, flanking the approaching army. The horses were swift; the archers were precise. One by one, on the opposing end, they were falling to the rapid arrow fire. The arrows themselves were of the type that pierced the hardest armor, so it was easy to break the tithe formation of the Haladan.