Percy Jackson Horse Guy Novels & Stories

I hurried towards it, it look like a stallion I'm sure it is but I didn't know much about horse or any animals for that matter, its hair was so long and black, his eyes so dark it reminded me of Jet, even the horse was black. "Oh you fond Jello" Clair said watching me. "Oh my God! He is so beautiful! He is a he right?" I cried, too bad the horse just stared at me like I was dumb or something. "Yes a he, a stallion. The very last of its breed, only heavens knows where Jet got him from" "I want to ride it!" I reached to pull the door open but a groom appeared from nowhere and stopped me before I could reach for the door, I jerk back in surprised.

Lizzy stumbled back. A voice whispered from behind. “His name is Atheas. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? An Akhal-Teke. The rarest breed you’ll find.” Kris’s strong hands gripped her shoulders. “Be careful. Don’t get too close. He’s a one-person horse. He hates strangers.” Lizzy tried to turn, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are. I like having my two beauties in one room.” Then his hands roamed. Lizzy sobbed as they slipped under the shirt and explored.

Their silver armour emitted a faint glow of their own and with it the light reflecting off the polished surfaces mades it hard to see past just bright orbs atop beautiful stallions. "They are descendants of Pegasus, the divine horse." Hades is bound to inform as I drool over the winged beauties. "He is Poseidon' son isn't he?" I ask trusting my memory of how Pegasus was the offspring of the Olympian god Poseidon and Medusa, the scary lady having live snakes for hair. I shudder and almost don't notice Hades nod in approval.

I announce when we pass in front of a beautiful black horse. I stop and watch him as he whinnies. “That’s Perseus,” he says, noticing my curiosity. “He belongs to Mr. Salvatore.” He walks forward, and the horse immediately tries to nip him. He snorts. “He’s a bit rough. The only one who can handle him is your husband.” “I see,” I murmur. “No wonder they say things resemble their owner.” He gives me an amused look before continuing down the path. When I finally leave Freya in her stall, I feel better after confirming that the conditions are optimal for her. Luciano leaves me alone, and I focus on making Freya feel calm before I go.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

Dane replied. "Baby, please," I said, reaching out to put my hand in his. Dane's big chest heaved as he stood there still glaring at the guardian. Then he moved back, not letting go of my hand and shot up his right hand. Soon enough a white, beautiful horse with four wings descended, landing a few feet away from Dane. It was a Pegasus. "He will take you back. You do anything to him and I swear…" "I already gave my word!" the guardian replied, seeming indignant at Dane's lack of trust in his integrity.

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"

He whispered. After I tied up my hair and wore the cap I climbed down the truck and he took me to where the horse was. Minutes later, I came face to face with the most beautiful horse I have ever seen. It was a black, strong, fierce looking stallion. It looked magnificent. "W...who's horse it this? It doesn't look ordinary sir." "Oh, Rexamus here is one of the strongest and he's also one of my niece's least favorite but I like him. He'll keep you safe kid. You have nothing to worry about."

He ran seeing only the silvery lacework on Elira’s skin, growing with every beat of his own failing heart. He stumbled into Oakhaven as the sun dipped low, a wild-eyed, dust-caked specter. He threw a heavy purse of gold at the stunned stable master, pointing at the biggest, stoutest draft horse in the stalls—a shaggy, ill-tempered beast named Tor. He didn’t haggle. He didn’t speak. He was in the saddle and gone before the villagers could mutter more than a prayer against his clearly mad spirit.

Senya I put my helmet on to get on top of my horse Gravyer. I had him ever since I was a child. He's quite old now but no horse can come over Gravyer, chocolate Arabian with a white diamond in the center of his forehead. My feet in the stirrups as I gently kicked his flank to make him move forward. "To Mystic Forest."