Novel Horse Novels & Stories

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."

Getting down wins. I jump down from it’s back and tap it’s twice. It might be my best horse yet. I haven’t ridden many so I don’t know but I do know I’d prefer a black horse to a brown one anytime, any day. It looks cooler and it makes me look cool too. Nikolai gets down from his not-so-cool brown horse seconds after me and we walk to the front porch together. I can imagine how weird it must be for aunt for aunt Hyacinth to spend most of her days in the big palace and come back here to this tiny house. It’s going to take some getting used to.

I asked. He unlocked the barn, leading the horse slowly out of it. It neighed, scowling at me with those dark beady eyes. I stared back, enjoying the challenge while Jade tried to pull me away so it wouldn't charge at me. “Petty much?” she cackled. “The horse doesn't seem to like me. What's his name?” “Polly,” he answered briefly. “He's a six year old stallion, fast and fit for races, but the owner sold it to us for tourism purposes. That's why he's so cranky,”

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

I exhale in relief and now, I remember that there is a stable. A pang of nostalgia hits me, remembering the last time I had ridden with Ozar. During that time, the wind was in my hair and the thrill of freedom coursed through my veins. Quickly, I begin to head toward the stables. The stable boys are already at work, tending to the horses when I catch the sight of a familiar one—the horse with a chestnut coat and a white star on its forehead. It was the same horse I rode upon that day with the king.

I could only guess that the horse belonged to Seth. “His name is Neul.” Seth materialized behind me, nearly causing me to jump. “He's the fastest horse in all of Farindoria.” He walked over to the horse and stroked his mane. “He's beautiful.” That I could say honestly. Neul looked like a true king's horse, looking surely more noble than the asshole who was about to climb on his back. Correcting the smile on my face, I turned to Seth. “How far are we going?”

(EL POV) When suddenly, I heard a horse neighing. My mind showed me a picture of myself riding a white horse, it was running freely across the vast grassland. The white satallion… This memory in my head... I had a horse. It flowed back to me, it was Uncle Rankin who gave it to me. What's its name? Phantom, yes. I remembered the day when we catch this elusive wild horse. I was the one who got rid of the ropes around him. He deserves to run freely without the threat of being captured. Yes! I have my own favorite stallion.

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.”