Pale Horse Manhwa Novels & Stories

“Pallor?” I asked. “What kind of name for a horse is that?” “'And I saw a pale horse, and the name of him who sat upon it was Death, and Hades was following close behind him.' It's in Revelation, maggot.” I rolled my eyes, sitting stiffly in the leather-upholstered seat. We proceeded down a narrow, empty path, shadowed by the thick trees. I shuddered at the thought that they were suicides, hearing their gentle mourning played out across the breeze.

Below me, the city hummed with a restless, hungry energy, but my eyes were fixed on the ten-story brick facade across the street. It was my masterpiece. The Pale Horse. It was a sprawling, visceral mural of a skeletal stallion galloping through a field of fractured circuit boards and dying sunflowers a silent scream against the death of the human soul in the digital age. I had spent three months on that wall, dancing on rickety scaffolding, dodging police patrols, and shivering in the biting Atlantic wind. It was the only thing in this neighborhood that felt honest. Then, the black SUVs arrived.

Prince Xander stopped and immediately jumped down from his horse. "Prince, there's something in this horse's stomach," said Dante, pressing his aching neck. Prince Xander immediately moved quickly to examine the horse's belly. There was a bamboo arrow stuck in the horse's stomach. The horse's stomach was injured and bleeding. "Dante, stay alert," Prince Xander said as he tried to pull out the bamboo arrow. After the arrow was pulled out, Prince Xander immediately aimed his palm at the stomach of the injured horse. A white light shot out from his palm. Moments later, the blood in the horse's wounded stomach stopped flowing. The wound immediately disappeared. Prince Xander heaved a sigh of rel

It was a ghastly sight as the right side of her face was a forgotten mass of tissue and blood. A man dressed in all black, walked in. His face was emotionless and cruel. She whimpered "please... I'm begging you. Please, let me go. I have a grandma and a son to look after. Please." He smiled, the shadow he stood in protected him from her words. "Really? Are you sure about that? What's the consequence of lying?" He asked. "Why are you doing this?!" "Because, my dear, I have a plan and it's working just as I've planned. You're just a pawn, my creature. Yes, my creature. Don't worry, you'll love the end."

But I have been to the countryside, and I have seen the overabundance of pale horses myself. A farm in Dartmoor recently reported that one of their albino horses gave birth to a human boy. The boy allegedly lived for a single day before he was devoured from the inside by long, coiling worms. As the boy had never been left alone, it was believed that he was born with the worms already inside of him. The worms disappeared into the wilds before the farmers could squash them.

****** Crescent Kingdom: That night, Rala and Rava both sneaked out of their respectively chambers and quietly made their towards where the horses are being kept. The girls had disguised themselves. "Should we go with the horses to the Hybrid kingdom. Won't it arouse suspicious towards us?" Rala asked. All the horses where white and white means royalties. Any rider with a white horse are assumed to be royal. Black horses are might for travelers. Unfortunately for the girls the only color of horses in their stable were all white which was what prompted Rala to asked. Giving it a thought Rava nodded her head, "You're right Rala. Riding on the horses would automatically exposed us in hybrid kin

After they were only a kilometer away, Altair looked closely at the horse, which was pinkish-purple in color with a long mane on its back and a horn on the top of its head. The horse prepared to attack alertly for Altair to get away from him. "Poor creature," said Altair. "I know you're just an ordinary horse even though you look like a pony in my world," said Altair as he spread his arms. “But in my world back then your form was fictional, well… actually you weren't the only one who was here like in a fairy tale.” “With dragons, magic and monsters… hufth…” Altair sighed and crossed his arms.

“It’s not like I’m dying, Ma.” Beside me, Lady Brook smiles. “You know why Mala’s happy?” she asks, voice teasing. I glance at her, brows raised. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “There.” Brook nods toward the horses. I follow her gaze. Palek, the stableboy, is patting the flank of a chestnut mare. His gloved hand shakes just a little, a nervous tick in his leg giving him away. He’s bundled up in too many layers, eyes darting around the courtyard like he’s afraid someone might call him back.

"Ti tréchei?" A girl maturing sixteen appeared from nowhere. Her pale figure glowed greatly exactly like the horse. Her pixie–cut, grey hair gleamed with smoke escaping from it. Her eyes were light yellow and half-opened— looking down at the horse. Behind her, were a pair of huge black wings. Each side had red, shining marks changing their forms in a minute Amethyst dug into their beauty. Tiny horns were hiding magnificently under her hair. To Amethyst's surprise, the horse stopped struggling and stood up without hesitation.

One man and one horse gave people an illusion of powerful momentum. The bald and tattooed giant man, with his eyes flashing green light, focused all his attention on the young man's white horse. "Is that... Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province?" This giant man had a good eye, and he recognized the blood lineage of the white horse at a glance. A neigh could make the half-demon horse Black Wind Beast feel frightened and uneasy and only the top three in the Horse List in Snow Province had such a capability. ...