On Swift Horses Novels & Stories

Sebastian digs out of the dirt and says, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Domino his horse was unlike other horses. On the Callem continent there were three main species of horses. Regular Land Horses used by all manners of people, Special Flying Horses used by royal bloods, dignitaries and those of high prestige. Unicorns were the rarest species of horses which when sighted can be seen as a sign of good luck, unicorn sightings were so rare that many doubted it's existence.

"Why? Am I not allowed to ride it?" Sunny jumped off his horse, put on a proud attitude, and told her in a magnanimous manner, "It's not so much whether you can ride as it is whether you'll survive riding it! Moonshine is my sister's horse, and it only allows my sister to ride it. Anyone else who dares to sit on its back will be thrown off!" Corinne froze slightly. 'This is the horse of Sunny's sister?' "Which sister?"

Not with all those wolves around. Layton also told Esme that Stephanie was also there with Suki at the stables. Either Kobe is imagining things or Swifty is actually here. I follow Kobe, now needing to know myself. Esme and Layton spent their lives caring for those horses. We have as well. They allow families to ride and run together. “It’s best to check.” Kobe tells me. We ran a short distance. Then my heart races. Oh, my goddess. Swifty is here. “The stables, get to the stables!” Esme screams at me.

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

At the front of the column rode Soren and Valerie, their mounts picking their way carefully across the slick, black ice lining the cliffside trail. Soren rode a massive, dark-coated Northern warhorse—a creature bred in the high tundra, with broad hooves and a heavy, matted mane that caught the falling ice. Beside him, Valerie rode a slender silver stallion whose breath puffed in rapid, rhythmic plumes against the freezing air.

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

Snake added, "You hired her boss, you gotta put up with her now." While the guy was in the trailer spike said, "This here is a good horse, one of the best around. He's a descendant of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horse right here in Texas. Old Sorrel sired over a hundred horses for the American Quarter Horse Association (or AQHA).

Dravin's POV The day had just begun to break, and the end of it had signified two wasted days. I couldn't let those bastards hurt my Elora. "Can these horses go any faster?" I pulled the reins tight. The beast under me tossed its head; the veins at its flank strained. "Alpha, you would weaken them if they keep moving at this pace," Soren said worriedly as the horses neighed. Corvin pointed down the slope. "We have faster rides down, Alpha." He pointed towards some pale, odd contraptions—large wheeled carriages I'd never seen before, men moving around them with efficient, nervous hands.

Their expressions were just as cold and stern. Ding Hao glanced at them casually and discovered that the horses that these people rode all had hair that was as black as ink. The horses were more than two meters tall and their four legs were strong and nimble, just like ferocious beasts. They were Dark Cloud Lion Beasts which were also called half-demon horses. It was said that they possessed a demonic bloodline. They could travel 5000 miles in the day and 1500 at night. They were extremely handsome and each horse was worth several thousand dollars.

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.