Pale Horse Manhwa Novels & Stories

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

She was afraid of the dark, terribly afraid of it — so why was the light off? I walked toward her bed. She was lying there, nothing unusual, as if she was just sleeping. "Mr. Vincent, Miss Majori needs rest…" Harper started again. But I wasn't at ease. I sat down and reached out to touch her face, only to flinch immediately, it was ice cold. "Majori." I called her name, then lifted the blanket. My eyes widened in shock. Beneath the blanket, her fingernails had turned pale white, bloodless. I grabbed her hand, it was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of a glacier.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

Muffled grunts reached her ears. Holly repeated her attacks, over and over again. Her shoulder was sore by the time the wood splintered. She didn't care. Holly kicked at the door and she managed a hole wide enough to stick her hand through where she could unlock the door handle. Famine had Eros pinned beneath him. The former cabbit was pale, a ghostly white and a black aura flowed from him and into Famine's mouth. Holly still didn't hesitate. She threw herself at the horsemen.

Alternatively, they traveled during the day to avoid the Pales' nocturnal hunting habits. The Pales were not agile and their hind legs, similar to those of wolves, made them slow and cumbersome. However, their pale skin was thin but durable, and they bred and formed packs like wolves, with females leading groups of up to forty individuals. Their eyes were narrow but large, allowing them to see well in the darkness of night.

Wherever this was going, Therion knew it wouldn’t be good. A horse once lived in peace, he was a horse prince and he planned to rule his horse kingdom once his father horse dies. But then he gets killed by his pig friend. Before any justice could take place, the pig dies, probably because of his filth. Now he prince horse has a younger brother but so does the pig friend. The new prince horse takes the brother to atone for the pig friend’s sins. Now Tina would you let the Pig wear what you wear? Tina who had been so invested in the short ode shook her head furiously and somehow Therion knew he was the pig

It seemed like my heart was about to jump out of my chest from excitement. Then, it would leap along the road like a March hare. “We must give a present to his majesty, mustn’t we?” a dark grin appeared on the necromancer’s beautiful lips. “And this present will be an amazing horse ‘of a rare color, riding on which, a prince would not feel ashamed’,” Reive copied Jeff Rinelon’s words and intonations. “Errr... Reive, the horse will be dead,” I said with hesitation, looking at the dead body in the cart.

Just a single rider on a pale horse, moving at a deliberate pace through the outer gate, as though he had been expected, as though the raised spears of the sentries were a formality he found mildly tedious. The silence which settled down in the courtyard was instant and complete. The clink of the smithy hammer stopped. The fighting in the training yard came to a standstill. The place was quiet, save the great, monotonous clatter of the hooves of the pale horse on the cobblestones, banging dully on the old stone as though it were a death-knell. I was on the upper window when I saw him cross the courtyard.

----- RIEKA We exit the side door of the house and standing before us are two gorgeous horses! One is a beautiful black stallion, just like I imagine Black Beauty, from the book, would look. The second horse is a palomino. Its body has the perfect golden shimmer to contrast with the creamy white mane and tail. She is perfectly groomed and both horses are saddled up and ready to go. They are both extremely large, but the black stallion is the bigger of the two. I guess at least one of them would have to be massive in order to carry Aleksandr. I notice that the black horse has a couple saddle bags as well, but I can’t see what’s inside them.