Overlord Mare Novels & Stories

The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave. “Olarya?” Stella raised an eyebrow at me, her lips parting. “That's such a beautiful name.” “A beautiful name for a beautiful mare.” The stable had a slightly damp smell as we walked in. I moved ahead of Stella, horses lining the stalls on either side of us, till we reached almost one twice my height. Its shiny dark body made it all the more magnificent. Olarya recognized me immediately, neighing and rearing onto her hind legs to lift her fore limbs.

She pulled even with me, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Don't blink, stranger," she called over the roar of hooves. And then she was off, urging her beast with a whip crack, barrel-chested stallion barreling ahead. My blood sang. Finally—a real contest. I leaned low, whispering again into my mare's ear. "She thinks she's faster than you. Prove her wrong." We thundered forward. The ground blurred beneath us, mines waiting like hidden teeth. I spotted one just in time, veering hard left. Another rider wasn't so lucky—his horse's leg was shredded, and both went tumbling in a mess of screams and broken flesh.

“She’s strong, but she’s new to all this.” He nods solemnly. “I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I feel the heat rise in my chest at their concern. They’re risking an awful lot just to take me home. Leo helps me mount the dappled mare they’ve chosen for me. She’s tall and sure-footed, with soft eyes and a steady gait. I grip the reins, nerves and excitement twining through me like ivy. Leo swings up onto his horse, a powerful black stallion that seems almost too perfectly matched to him. Marek rides beside him, issuing quiet orders to the warriors who fan out to either side of us in protective formation.

The high-society crowd would be operating their customized rovers and pacing their mounts during the late afternoon, leaving the mid-morning sector significantly quieter. Naturally, there was the added operational hazard of lower-tier pack omegas and their young pups running erratic training paths where one least anticipated them, adolescent wolves chasing waterfowl, and undisciplined hunting hounds pursuing both variables—but if I pushed my mount further away from the High Luna Court perimeter and the central water reservoir, the terrain should be adequately isolated. I descended the metallic staircase, the long protective skirt of my riding gear gathered securely over my forearm, and Derog

Astrid absently noticed the other knights doing much the same with their own normally vicious stallions as Zela closely inspected the small mare. “What is its name?” The little Dryad asked, her eyes afire with curiosity. “More importantly, what is it?” Astrid laughed. “She is a horse and her name is Swift.” “Why Swift?” “Because she runs very fast.” “The Elves have similar looking animals. But their ones look a bit different. Your men all have different ‘horse’ too.” Astrid nodded. “I suppose they do.” Zela gave a sudden bright smile, her cheeks dimpling. “I almost forgot. Heartwood says that I am to come with you and aid you in anyway I can. Kalash affects us all.”

Tross raised an eyebrow, giving me a nod of approval as he looked ahead. “I’m glad you like her. Because she’s yours,” He said simply. Thankfully the mare had far better balance than I did, and she continued walking with sure-footed purpose, even as my mind stumbled over the Captain’s words. “She’s what?” I asked, my hands caressing the grey mane with disbelief. 'Mine?' “Yes, the Prince wanted to give you a gift. He… hand picked her specifically for you.” I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and chewed it silently as my hands buried themselves in the fur on the sides of the mare’s neck. She was fluffy, the cool weather already causing her winter coat to start coming in.

Note taken. I will be staying as far away from this corner as humanly possible. I have enough monsters in my life; I don’t need to add a four-thousand-pound one to the list. Leonid turns away from the black stallion, marching over to the adjacent stall where a beautiful, sleek white mare is calmly chewing on some hay. Her large, gentle brown eyes blink at us, her snow-white coat meticulously groomed. “You can have this one,” Leonid declares, his small voice regaining its demanding, authoritative edge.

And she did. The mare galloped wildly and freely until they were out in the clearing again, rejoicing and glorying with her in her triumph. Trouble may rise another day, howbeit for the moment, she would be happy and rejoice over this small victory. And when Charles returned, she would rejoice with him, but for the moment, she would celebrate with her mare who was ready to celebrate with her. Clover galloped with excitement as though she had stood against Lady Cossington herself.

Two stood up and began grazing, so I did too. “Finish your fish, Geal. We need to get going if we are going to catch the train,” Vinko ordered as he pulled me by the lead to the front of the wagon. He put a feed bag over my face then harnessed me to the wagon like a real cow, before getting another cow. Geal tied the other three to the back. “We’ll be back in a few days if you still want an introduction to Lady Orva, but just so you know, she probably won’t sell to you. She doesn’t care for male minotaurs after the Cattle Wars,” Geal revealed, cracking the whip.

Alpha Earl stated firmly, hoping to dismiss the topic. “NO!” Alpha Eddie shouted, gripping Alpha Earl’s shoulders with surprising strength. His voice carried a weight that made the room fall silent. “I am certain this time, Earl! I may be old, but my eyes are still sharp. I saw her. Her eyes were a mix of blue and gold, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” His tone shifted and turned eerily serious. The grip he had on Alpha Earl tightened. “I have no doubt that her wolf must be incredibly powerful. And on top of that, the Silvermare is a stunning lady… with long black hair.” He paused. “She reminds me of my wife.”