On Swift Horses Novels & Stories

The horse and Robbie headed out of the barn. Morgan watched the large chocolate horse walk out of the barn. She studied it. It had been a long, long time since she had ridden. The horse's mane and tail was the darkest black she had ever seen. As it moved it shimmered in the setting sun. She watched Robbie walk the horse in several circles before stopping and adjusting the belts. After one hard pull Robbie placed his foot in the stir up and bounced lightly The saddle didn't move. He nodded confidently. "All right ladies. This is Sir Arthur. He is pretty gentle but fast as the wind. He should get you to the dock in no time." He said patting the horse.

He was the Supreme. Supreme and Princess; young man and young woman; children with exceptional backgrounds and great talent that allowed them to disregard everything, were riding their mounts speedily. Their mounts were Red Maned Horses, and they rode them so swiftly that the creatures moved with the speed of the wind. Their blurry figures were all that could be seen as they raced towards the land that every sane person raced away from.

After their visit from the Aikawa, Hayate’s group exchanged their flying lizard mount with two horned horses that can run fast. After all, riding a mount is a must if they want to pass the forest. Moreover, they were also trying to hurry their pace since they had lost some hours because they had to treat their cargo back in health.

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."

he said. Swara put her hand on his and went with him somewhere; Seb took her towards the backyard of the mansion. Swara saw that there was a huge horse stable there, Seb took her inside the stable and came near one horse. He while patting that horse with love turns his face towards Swara and said; “this horse is from the breed of that horse which my mom loves the most. You know I learned horse riding just at 2, my mom trained me in that.”

“Matthias and Ruby Rivers have made their view of me known. They’ve chosen their side.” I’m not feeling that charitable to our former allies either, so I don’t push the topic. Kane puts on his helmet and swings on top of his steed. The black stallion Aramis is large and fast. My horse is his brother Porthos who is of a similar build. A squire hands Kane his shield. We are faster than horses when we run, but we may as well save our legs while we can.

"You remembered correctly. Back then, we relied on Strom's speed to escape from Ron's hunting ground, didn't we?" Strom, I observed the majestic horse. Its brown eyes looked down at me, filled with a cold arrogance unlike any other horse. Remembering its lightning-fast speed, the name Strom suited it perfectly. "It looks really handsome," I sincerely praised. "Of course," Klaus looked at the horse and whispered, "Strom, you've saved me once again." He touched foreheads with Strom, and a genuine smile, devoid of any sarcasm, graced his face. It was a smile I had never seen before. I realized that to Klaus, Strom was more than just a horse; it must be a cherished companion.

Chase didn’t know about my competitive riding history, but he will find out how good I am when we get on the horse. We sit through a quick safety briefing before we are fitted into our riding helmets and measured for our horses. I asked what trail we had when the safety briefing was over, and the instructor said that we had free rein and there was a special trail for us to take. I can’t wait I was paired with a beautiful golden tan colored American Quarter stallion stud called Sonny. Chase was paired with a stunning all-black Friesian stallion stud called Starship. I mounted Sonny and talked Chase through how to do it as I got up too quickly for him.

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.