On Swift Horses Novels & Stories

This proved to be Ram's correct assessment. "Perhaps you are correct; return to Dharmagiri", Rudra answered, mounting their horses. They know they can't bring their vehicle since they are going through a jungle, and they chose to ride horses instead of bikes because riding a bike could be impractical in certain parts of the forest. Ram really carries Thoroughbreds with him, and he will tend to such horses with more care. Rudra chose to travel with Thoroughbred horses since they are the quickest horses in the world.

Ed whispered to Swift as he leaned to pull Lara’s horse forward. The river was shallow, it only reached up to the knees of both horses. However, the current was very strong, and Lara’s horse was challenging. It took both of them a lot of effort to get to the opposite side. “Good job!” Lara patted the horse. She was really exhausted. “Good boy… well done!” Ed patted Swift. Swift neighed. “Looks like he understands you.” Lara looked at Swift with jealousy. “He’s my most trusted soul after Ben and Frank.” Ed rubbed Swift’s neck.

"Please, ma’am, it doesn’t matter how urgent it is, don’t bring royal horses here again. The royals are the only ones permitted to use white horses, and your bringing them here would make people suspicious." The moment I recalled this conversation, my jaw dropped. This was a royal horse, so could it be that Dawn was on it? If yes, it meant I wasn’t safe yet, and just as I was about to make a run for it, I tripped, and on raising my head, I saw someone dangling from a horse that was moving so fast.

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

Hael loved the smell of the stables. The horses currently housed there would leave with the old owners, but he was already in contact with some Arab horse breeders. He had purchased two steady, bombproof quarter horses as a more emission-friendly way of checking on his land, and would look to buy four thoroughbreds in the near future. But for now, he enjoyed walking.

He was sitting just high enough to witness the rest of Jinx's magick. Three ethereal steeds that were a cross between a horse and a reindeer came to life, one black, one gray, and one white, all bigger and stronger than any animal Topside. The black was decorated in a purple gem-encrusted saddle and reins, the white in gleaming reds, and the gray in shimmering lemons. Hex power and demon essence and Orangelo aura.

Jasmine POV: Draco’s Dragon kept following us like crazy in meantime I saw King Sargon getting anxious, he kept on continuously snapping head band of his royal black horse and urged him to run more and more fast…. King Sargon horse was finest of royal Akhal Teke breed, Akhal Teke horses are well known for their speed and endurance… We were riding with king horse with speed of wind yet we were slow compare to Draco’s Dragon who was chasing us from behind by splurging his Dragon fires…

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?”

There, beyond the thicket, are the evil witches’ enchanted flying horses. They hover among the ancient pines, their wings folded close, their coats shimmering with an unearthly light. Each horse glows faintly—silver-blue, rose-gold, smoky gray, and deep obsidian—like pieces of the night sky given animal form. Their eyes gleam with magic, and my heart races with caution. These aren’t ordinary horses. They are creatures of darkness, bred and bound to witches. I expect them to be fierce and dangerous. I glance at Roxy. Her gaze is steady but curious. “Stay close,” I murmur.

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.