Pale Horse Manhwa Novels & Stories

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.

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.

----- 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.

“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.

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.