Overlord Mare Novels & Stories

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.

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

This dragon was hers. She was right. She was always right, dragon blood did flow with her. Not the men of Kronos but she, Mare, a child of Baryn, slave of the Vallezarii king of Arlankis.

"I am not a mare to be broken to ride!" "Ah, but there are many similarities, wouldn't you say? You need a strong hand, Adrienne. A confident rider, one not dismayed by your strong will. You need a man who can handle your bucking and enjoy your run. I won't break you to ride. Nay. I will break you to the feel of my hand and mine alone. A mare broken to ride allows many riders, but a wild horse broken to the bit of one hand she loses none of her fire, yet permits none but her true master to mount her"

I took my usual black stallion, though he was more difficult than I would normally allow near an inexperienced rider. Ofelia stood beside the fence, eyeing the horses with clear distrust. “They’re enormous.” “They’re horses,” I said. “They looked smaller from the house.” Thomas brought forward a chestnut mare with a white stripe down her face. “This is Willow,” he said. “Very gentle.” Ofelia stayed where she was. “She knows I’m afraid.” “Horses can sense nervousness,” I said. “That is not comforting.” I walked toward Willow and ran a hand along her neck. The mare remained calm.

Many could not withstand the power of the Goddess in the flesh, only Alpha’s could stand so close. Adele only nodded her head, overwhelmed by the power she was experiencing. Her wolf would be focusing solely on the Goddess, a dangerous side effect if she was present with any other wolf. It was easy to drown in the moons embrace. “You surprise me, Lunum Lupus.” Adele jumped at the arrival of Leonidas, stepping away from the table as the connection was broken. Adelaide huffed slightly in a chuckle at the child and watched as she backed slowly away. Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her.

“Yes. A mare. I called her Snowy, because she is so white. She is at the country estate. I don’t suppose I shall ever see her now” “Do you want her ?” He simply asks. I stared at him. “If you want her, all you have to do is tell me, and I shall obtain her for you”. He explains. “I don’t want to be further in your debt”. I say. He just smiles. “In our arrangement there is no depth of debt. You give me what I require. Whatever items you want, you may have. Do you wish to have the horse ?” I want to be free of him. In the light of morning, my decision to stay seems rash. “Orley would never give her up. She is a thoroughbred, incredibly valuable”.

she said, but there was a hint of excitement in her voice that she couldn't quite hide. The stable master, a weathered man named Pete, helped us select appropriate horses. For Marianna, a gentle mare named Luna with kind eyes and a patient temperament. For me, a larger gelding called Storm who had enough spirit to be interesting without being dangerous. As I helped Marianna into the saddle, my hands lingered on her waist longer than necessary. She shot me a warning look, but didn't pull away. "Stay close," I told her as we set out on the trail.

We soon reached the stables, where I was surprised by how many foals I saw. I used to love horseback riding as a kid, but I hadn't been in a saddle in years. "Midnight gave birth shortly after you left," mother said. "I know she was your favourite mare, but she passed away a few years ago. The three black stallions you see are her last descendants." Marcus had told me about the incident, in those days when he would still bother to write to me even though I never responded. I felt guilty now, knowing how bad things had gotten between us. But maybe we could fix that eventually.

"Lead the way, I guess." The stable is small, only a few horses are kept here, which makes a certain amount of sense when the lord of the keep can leave on wings. These must be the horses he would use when he'd pretend to be human on his trips into town. I place a gentle hand on one of them as I pass, and they brush up against it. "They are beautiful creatures," I comment as we pass through. "The master has selected that mare over yonder," she points to a young dappled gray standing in a stall near the door. "We can have her saddled and ready in a few..."