Overlord Mare Novels & Stories

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.

I descended the metallic staircase, the long protective skirt of my riding gear gathered securely over my forearm, and Derogate cycled the main bay doors to reveal Hosk mounted on his heavy bay stallion, holding the lead lines of Lara, my specialized bay endurance mare. He dismounted from his tactical saddle in a fluid motion, stepping in to provide a physical boost to haul my frame into the stirrups. "What are your navigation coordinates, Alpha Heir?" "The Moonshade Plains, Hosk. Maintain perimeter distance." The atmosphere was crisp and saturated, holding a high probability of immediate precipitation, and as our mounts breached the boundary lines of the plains, my olfactory filters absorbe

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

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.”

I replied, tousling his brown locks playfully. As we continued our tour of the stables, Dorian introduced me to the various animals that were housed there. From spirited young colts to wise old mares, each had its own unique personality and story. Dorian's passion for these creatures was evident in the way he spoke about them, and I found myself genuinely enjoying our time together. "Here's Nightwing," Dorian said, leading me to a magnificent black mare with a sleek coat. Nightwing, recognizing me, nickered softly and nuzzled my hand.

he mumbled. “Do you ride horses?” Oliver asked. The kid was fascinated by the horses. I liked that and hoped I could show him a thing or two before I moved on. “I do. Have you ever ridden a horse?” His eyes bulged. “No! They’re too big.” I laughed. “They have to be big to carry people. Your great grandfather has another mare that is very sweet and gentle. Maybe we can work with her and see how you do, if your dad says it’s okay.”

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.

I said, hoping peer pressure would get Maeve talking. I saw Freya shake her head as she started leading Zeus out of the barn. Most of the horses here were Aunt Rhi's before she moved in. A couple had passed since then, and the younger ones are new, but none of them would be here if it weren't for her. I gave Ferrari, a Clydesdale cross mare, a pat on the neck as I took her out of the crossties and led her over to the mounting block. Once we all mounted up and started heading out, Amar quickly got up to tag.

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.