Overlord Mare Novels & Stories

He rubbed the black stallion and tied him to a nearby fence, stealing a glance at Alessia leaning by the doorway with her arms crossed. "You found him," she remarked, leisurely making her way to the stallion. "Hmm," he nodded. "He was the only alive one I could retrieve, unfortunately." Alessia tenderly caressed her steed. "I thought he already ran off. He must've been traumatized." "Probably. That guy even watched me slaughter a boar." Marika excitedly eyed the dish being served in front of her during dinner. She was all ready with her utensils on her hands with a wide smile plastered on her face. "Why does that smell so good?"

“Maybe there is more here. Listen to this; A mother could make sure her son would become a hamram, That’s what he calls us. If she hung an amniotic sack from from a newborn foal, a so-called horsham up between four branches and crawled through it close to giving birth, she would become like the horse mother and give birth without pain. On top of that the child would become a ulfhedinn if it was a boy and if it was a girl she would become a mare” “A mare ? Like the one that sits on people in the night and gives them nightmares ? Or an actual female horse”. I ask. “The first. But Gunnar thinks she is more to be seen as a fierce horsewoman, a shield maiden on a horse or something like that. Of

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

No man wants to feel belittled by a woman who ranked first in on of the toughest programs made for warriors. "Your Majesty, let's rest a moment. These horses aren't built for such terrain, and at long intervals." Marquise called out over the thunder of hooves. He drew away my attention from my inner turmoil, and towards the horses who where panting so feverently, I thought they would collapse. I huffed in annoyance, but agreed. It would be wise to rest them while we could. There is no good use in a dead horse.

My Gammas stopped, their horses snorting and pawing at the ground, sensing the bloodlust in the air. Across the field, I saw him. The Overlord, standing on a ledge slightly higher than the ground on which we now stood, like a god of death. He was a coward, sending soldiers to fight his battles. His armor gleamed black as night, his face hidden behind a helmet adorned with jagged spikes. He was larger than life, a figure from nightmares made real. My blood boiled at the sight of him, rage clawing at my insides. We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands.

Havermouth, A Year Before “She’s a beauty,” Cameron leaned against the fence and admired Jules’ new mare, Aria, who was grazing in the field nearest to the house. “She is, sired by Maverick James, and out of Soprano Siren, fourteen point two hands, she needs a bit more work, but she has a sweet, gentle nature,” Jules was pleased by his purchase. “I’ll take her out to ride the fences later today and see how she does.”

he nodded. I went to Olive to help her mount her horse. Conrad and the men were doing final inspection on their horses and swords. I gifted her a sorrel mare with dark brown fur to compliment her beauty and warm personality. "Let me help you with that." "I can help myself, Orvyn," she mumbled, "Don't make me feel useless in the presence of your men." Moving closer, I placed my hands on her waist. Her body tensed under my touch. While trying to distraction herself, she tugged at the belt of the saddle. "Admit it, Princess. You want me inside you again."

"Ahh, this should be Winter's Heart." A snowy white mare stuck her head out, her nose brushing Cedric's palm. He flinched at the sudden contact, then relaxed as the mare nibbled his fingers. Anne peered into the stall to get a better look at the mare. "I can't believe it. She's pure white. Not even a hint of gray." She'd never seen such a magnificent creature before. The breeding which must have gone into Winter's Heart was unimaginable. No wonder the Arabian merchant had threatened Cedric's life. Losing these two horses must have cost him his very soul.

I never knew I had an exclusive horse just for me to ride. "Oh yes. Weren't you aware?" Fredurd spoke, "His Majesty specifically ordered this mare from the Isles of Cianiens, they rear the best breeds of horses in the entire continent." I raised a brow to that. Wow! What a surprise. I never thought Reuben to be thoughtful enough to get me a personal steed of such high quality, but I was still grateful for the thought, especially when the steed looked as stunning as a fantasy. I smiled softly as I looked at the flowing mane of my steed that unfurled and whipped as the wind called and asked, "What is its name?" And Fredurd replied, "It doesn't have one yet, Your Highness."

Amaria met Theon at the Bailey, where different breeds of horses were kept. Theon climbed onto a Friesian,“ pick any one of your choices” the horse wanted to move, but he pulled the reins back making it halt. Amaria walked around and stared at the other horses,“ hurry and pick one, we don't have much time” Theon ordered, Amaria nodded and continued her search, she was about to pick a shire breed when she heard a nicker, she turned and saw a beautiful light grey colored horse, it was a Lipizzaner breed. The horse eagerly waited for her to walk towards its stall door as it nickered again, Amaria walked closer to it, and it blew air on her face, Amaria smiled and giggled as she pats it on its f