Pale Horse Manhwa Novels & Stories

"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. ...

Great surge of energy burst in the air,Karen and the others step back as pulsating ring of blue dislodged from the Dragon. --- --- --- "You can't stop me from going forward"a young man in an all black shenyi pull the reins of his horse with one hand while packing his long black hair swiftly with his other hand "I need to get my answers "That's not what I'm trying to tell you?"Another man with white hair,red glistening eyes,purple pants with red torn top shout after him,castus groan watching his master ride off with his horse,he couldn't believe he followed Adir out of the palace not to talk of the forest.

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

The latter return a grimace and spoke, "Game over." "IS THAT—," I paused with an awed expression. "Is that a flying horse? I mean— a pegasus?" A chuckle from Yvonne and the long-haired guy, Exi, responded. Yvonne looked up to where I am staring amazed at. "You think?" My head nodded automatically, without effort, while my eyes are still locked at the three flying horses above the carriage we're into. They were all shaded in rusty orange, pale yellow, and white skin, along with their shiny pointed horns that glow when meets with the ray of sun.

From what we could hear, they were not on the landing so we quietly snuck a quick glance. There were about five people there lingering down to the right of the landing, I could sense that they were all nervous from their thoughts. They didn't seem to be anything special and I easily noticed that they were vampires by the pale skin they each had while also holding onto their human eyes. To the left stood four more, but these seemed far more firm in their thoughts. These four were obviously Ancient Ones by the strange red eyes and pale skin. Though they seemed as young as I was, however, that didn't mean anything at all.

Kyleigh said, caressing the back of the horse's ear. "They are beautiful," Cassian said with pure admiration. His eyes took in all the beauty of their beautiful golden hairs. These were phoenixes, rare species of horses, magical ones. Their beauty was beyond this world, with white skin and golden hairs, their beauty could amaze anyone. "You sure, he won't know?" he asked. "I'm ready to risk anything for her," Kyleigh said with determination, putting the hood on her head, hiding her brown locks just barely peeking out of her hood.

But then, an image began to take form in my mind, vivid and unshakable, as if someone had pulled back a veil to reveal something meant just for me. Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it. In front of me was a pale rider on a pale horse. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shadows within them. Around them, a thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body—an aura of magic, raw and terrifying. Their hair, dark and long, was tied back in a ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine and feminine. They rode forward with a grim purpose, surrounded by flames and a was

He produced a small journal from his pocket, "His name wasn't Lebende either. His real name is Dietrich Wagner. He came from Venmere and even knew Lord Bathory." Aurelia listened with her head down, "So how does the baker start to dabble in Magic?" "I was getting to that," Mashek flipped through the His wife was a victim of a demonic horse. The locals call them "Le Cheval Mallet. They appear to be beautiful mounts from afar. Once someone decides they'd like a ride, the horse shifts into something nightmarish, and the victims vanish." "Our foe lost someone to such a creature?" Ayasu asked.