Pale Horse Manhwa の小説・ストーリー

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.

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.

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.

The airship slowed down to a stop as they had reached the black towers; they descended the airship on their bikes with Lisa taking Bilimo along on her bike as he didn't have the mana compression techniques, at least he couldn't use it in the way they did. Around the tower, there were mountains of white bones, but there were also intact corpses of all kinds of energy beasts. Some Xasha was familiar with and others he had never seen before. He saw one specific corpse that caught his interest the moment he saw it. This was a horse with wings, but it was not a unicorn. He farrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the winged horse. The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it w

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

Zeci glanced towards Boom, "It can fly; just climb up and make it lead us in search." Boom again carried Hana into the dark forest depths, flying over the swamp and then to a small waterfall with green grass. The sight in front of her amazed Hana; everything Hana heard about the dark forest was the place where stolen magic, where many people were mysteriously missing, but no one had ever talked about the scene. From above, Hana saw the horse with pure white fur with purple horn grazing. It was followed by a herd of one-horned horses drinking spring water. And. Hana was even more astonished; she rubbed her eyes to verify if she was mistaken for someone.