Peeta The Horse Is Here Novels & Stories

Patience's past drone research had been confidential. "So, nothing to declare?" Hazel smirked. "Lying has its place, but this isn't it." Allies of the Bluemoon Pack joined in the mockery. Infuriated, Yvette seethed, but Patience coolly said, "The truth will out." "Stubborn as ever," Hazel sneered. At that moment, a sleek black horse was led over. "Mr. Gross, this horse is a gift from Bluemoon. It's already been tamed," Winston said ingratiatingly. "Why not give it a try?"

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.

“Let’s go for a horse ride before dinner.” Anna’s face lit up immediately. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” The sun had softened into amber by the time they reached the stables. Two horses awaited them—a chestnut mare named Luna and a dark stallion named Max. The stable master, a seasoned guide named Jack, greeted them and adjusted their saddles. Gerald helped Anna onto Luna with gentle hands. She felt a nervous thrill as she settled in, gripping the reins lightly. Gerald swung up onto Max beside her, looking entirely at ease.

The white horse nodded its head. “oh God, what do you want me to get from dear?”, asked Lt. Jim again. The horse bitten one of the grass near Lt. Jim and chewed it. “you are hungry?”, asked Lt. Jim. The horse nodded its head three times. “why do I need to dive in, you can have all the grass here, I don’t eat them”, exclaimed Lt. Jim. The horse moved its head like it was saying no. “oh wow, okay fine, you are the most demanding mammal I have ever seen”, mumbled Lt. Jim.

Hera found herself standing in front of Myra’s horse within the hour. The impressive creature had a stunning chestnut coat with a little white patch on her nose. She was calm, quiet, and absolutely massive. As Hera observed, one of the stable hands tossed a small saddle over the blanket draped across the horse's broad back. Myra introduced them. “Meg, this is my friend, Hera. I’ve told her how sweet you are, so don’t let me down.” Then she turned to Hera. “Seriously, she’s really calm. I’m sure you’ll manage just fine.”

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

I hear Keya gasp as she mindlinks me, ‘OMG, she heard us! God this is embarrassing. I told y’all to chill but you didn’t listen to me!’ Shit, we didn’t listen to her, ‘My bad Babe.’ I hear her sister ask, “Keya what’s a Stallion?” Keya just sighs exaggeratedly shaking her head. “It’s a large male horse, Fatt.” Annoyed she tells me, “ Just help me get them ready.” So I begin to help Fatt & Trell pack their bags for today while she gives Qwan his asthma treatment and cleans his nose which seems to be full or running all of the time. Then washes her hands to give Grammy an insulin shot in her stomach. And she reminds her to take her meds and check her sugar levels. “Yeah yeah I know.” Grammy gr

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

Throwing off the tarp that covered one of the piles, Adea went about scooping up the hay and dumped it into each pen. “Hazel,” she called as she fetched another forkful for her favorite horse who, curiously enough, was the only one to not react to her presence. “Breakfast time, you sleepy horse!” Adea approached Hazel’s pen, but before she could heave the hay inside, she froze, widened her eyes in terror, and screamed.

I didn’t know horses could be pets. “Yeah. She’s beautiful. She lives at my family’s ranch.” I indulge him with another question about his horse, his eyes light up even more.“What type of horse is she?” Levi flips a pancake, while talking to me over his shoulder. “She’s a Haflinger.” “A what?” “A Haflinger.” He repeats. “They’re these golden mountain horses, small but sturdy. She’s got this thick white mane, really fairytale looking. Would you like to see a picture?”