On Swift Horses Novels & Stories

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

Or rather—something that looked like a carriage. Massive beast-horses stood harnessed to a reinforced frame of wood and metal. Their bodies were huge, muscles shifting beneath thick fur, breath steaming in the cold air. Their hooves scraped against the ice like stone. “Okay,” I muttered under my breath. “Those are… not normal horses.” “Correct,” Silas started as we approached. “They’re built for endurance. Powerful, strong creatures. They’ll get us where we need to be without fail.” Silas placed a hand on one of the beasts’ necks. It lowered its head slightly in recognition and he smiled gladly.

"Look at him. He’s fine." "Get out of my way!" I shoved her aside, racing to the base of the ride. A round had just ended; adults staggered off, clutching their chests, faces pale. I lunged forward to free Ryder, but before I could reach him, the ride lurched back into motion. This time, Ryder was the only passenger. Alone. As he rose again, higher and higher, my mind snapped.

Rah followed her to help her choose a good horse for her journey. As they entered the stables, almost all the horses became hyper-active and started getting extremely restless in her company. "She is good," Rah pointed at a grey horse. "No..." Mila spoke as she looked at the horse. "Why do werewolves travel on horses, when you know," Rah trailed off. "When we can transform and run as fast or even faster?" Mila laughed. "Well, yeah!" Rah laughed too awkwardly. "This one," Mila spoke as she caressed the muzzle of a greyish-white horse and placed her forehead against his. "Vires Celeritas," she whispered to it and the horse jumped on his hind legs and neighed loudly.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

However, her face did soften when she looked at the little horse. “What type of horse is that? What’s her name?” Sigwulf asked to cover his momentary embarrassment as he stood. Astrid shrugged. “I have no idea what her breed is, but I call her Swift because she runs very fast. She belonged to one of the slavers and he treated her cruelly. I helped keep her warm at night, and fed her when I could. In return I have the only friend I have ever been able to trust. That was before Cull decided to sell me.”

Hogan seemed to calm a bit when he heard this. " 'Grats friend, me last question for ya is if ya prefer a mare or stallion" The stable master looked as if he actually wanted to say much more but waited patiently for Boro's reply. "I have no preference really, I just need a swift steed, that takes commands well and won't wander off when I stop for a night to rest" Boro answered.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

"Come on, Let's go!" The horse regained momentum and shot out incredulously. Ian Crow gaped when he saw Jake pass by him as if he wasn't moving. Before he could retrieve his weapon again, Jake was well ahead of the race. No matter how much speed Ian Crow added, Jake's horse distanced itself and dissapeared from all the riders site. Ian Crow was baffled. 'Just how could the horse be that fast? I haven't seen a horse this fast since the Black Thunder!' Having left the riders behind, Jake reached the hills and beyond it the river dazzled across the green land. Jake could see a few figures darting back and forth near the river. When he made it closer, he could see that they were engaging in batt