Overlord Mare Novels & Stories

Lucas announced happily. To be honest, Grace was expecting something like a new pair of dance shoes. However, when the outside doors burst open Jacob led in a Mare. “Dr Evans of Harper’s Blood gang, my Gang’s Gift is a pure-blood Dutch Warmblood Mare. She comes from excellent bloodlines and has the most excellent temperament. I hope you like her!” Lucas said as he stroked the midnight black Mare’s neck. “Lucas she is stunning! Thank you so much! Does she have a name?” Grace said with genuine pleasure.

"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.

A bright light came from her chest landing beside her, it slowly flew up making a figure of an animal, a horse to be exact, it was green with eyes that looked like the forests, you would see in Unothra, it had beautiful feathered wings that looked like leaves on a tree, the horse had a respectful stance as it bowed her head, with a neigh. "I haven't seen your familiar in a while," Ophelia states brushing the animal's mane. "Well I didn't have a reason to take her out until now, Marcella can you get her some armour while Mariana and I go to Adrian's realm? Nothing too flashy." The war goddess nods. "Indigo," Adrain whispered making a fairy appear, she had short black hair along with a black

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”.

"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..."

I decided to name him Loki, continuing with Aunt Kim’s Norse God theme, and Everly wants to run an online contest for the rescue’s social media followers to name the gray mare. We’re taking them, along with the three ponies Jacob is hauling, right to the clinic. He already talked to Crystal, who set up stalls. They’ll stay there until we can be sure they’re healthy and not contagious; though, Jacob told me not to be surprised if the mare needs to stay longer. She’s in rough shape and lacks the light in her eyes Pongo has, looking like she’s completely given up since her previous owners gave up on her.

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

She took the lead, petting each of all seven of my horses. “They’re all so beautiful,” she smiled genuinely as if forgetting she was mad at me in the first place. Her gaze shifted and I saw what had caught her attention; the eighth horse. The eighth horse was a mare, with a coat as dark as the night, and a white long mane that complimented her dark coat. I moved closer, speaking beside her, “Her name is Xena. She’s the oldest and strongest horse here.” “Xena. The name suits her perfectly,,” I watched as she stretched out her hand, and caressed Xena’s face who warmed up to her touch, neighing approvingly.