Percy Jackson Horse Guy Novels & Stories

is this Fugaz," I frowned. -That's right, and since then he has never let himself be ridden, he is a very rebellious horse-he was walking around inside the corral. Maybe he is a little bit like me as a rebel. -It is a nice horse -a voice that I knew and made me vibrate came from behind, it was Nicholas, -he is a real Pecheron, they are strong and big, a symbol of greatness without a doubt- he raised one leg to a board of the corral leaning his arms, he was wearing a black shirt, jeans and black sport shoes, he was totally different to the Nicholas I knew in the city. I swallowed thickly because I didn't believe my boss was here, in my house, I mean, how uncomfortable knowing how he is.

"Haha. It really is my first time, but I have pictured myself riding a horse a million times." Porsh was exasperated at Seolurrie's answer. She was not just shocked at the fact that Seolurrie successfully rode a horse at first try, but also the fact that she managed to suit Finn's liking. Finn, the horse, was a very picky one. She once tried to ride him only to almost break her hips. Finn was a gift by the General of the Protectors. The General was the one supporting them at the past till now, only the General could ride this horse.

I chuckle as does Vilkas. “Our family. Look how happy they are.” He says as he kisses my cheek. I nod as I look at Wesley, Penny, Hyperion, and Lara, and they are the same as us. I see a black horse step forward; it flaps its wings, and I gasp. A Pegasus. Vilkas helps me stand and I move towards him and take a good look at him. I smile as it turns its eyes to me. He bows and ruffles his wings. He is beautiful; he has feathers on his hooves and his black mane is so long that it nearly touches the ground.

I watched as the man’s face seemed to tense, his eyebrows furrowing deeply before a sinister smile rose on the full line of his lips-the ones that always seemed to be pouting. It made my spine tingle with alertness as a beat of quiet passed between us so that the din of the horses neighing around filled the air. “Negative Reynolds, you're riding with me.” Hector mused, jerking his head to the white stallion that was huffing restlessly by his side. No way in the devil's mountains. “Yeah, no thanks, I'll hitch it with people more in my class.” I jeered, taking a precautionary step back as my eyes darted between the horse’s golden mane and the Lycan’s unsmiling face.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Tharros didn't have to repeat himself twice before Archmiagus' knees gave way and hit the floor. "Why were you running?" "Well, she was coming and I had to hurry up here to hide." Principal Archmiagus decided not to beat around the bush and tell the truth. The thunderous sound of hooves echoing through the Arcane was unmistakable, it was Penelope, Nyxoria’s horse. Just as stubborn and unpredictable as her owner, Penelope was infamous in her own right.

“It’s cold, wear this.” Gideon handed me a rugged, brown cloak. After tying the cloak around my chest, he helped me get to the seat on Fergus’ back. Yep, the horse’s name is Fergus. It has long, silver hair; his skin is like the color of ashes. Gideon sat behind me. I didn’t know Gideon owns a horse. I’m surprised there’s even a horse in the area knowing this is a town of vampires. I guess they use horses for transportation as well.

Luke smirks. Jayson scrunched his face. “You don’t have a horse!” Luke puts on a goofy smile. “I have a steel horse." He nods. Jayson puts his head in his hand and groans. “Oh God.” Bastian chuckles. “Anyway, we keep an eye on it. I don’t want any surprises.” “Any sign of this other guy?” I lean on the table. “Nope. Whoever he is, he’s taking his dear sweet time to show up.” River says, resting his head on his fingertips.

Two riders were coming, the one on the left clearly Deets, on the big white gelding they called Wishbone. The other rider rode a pacing bay; it took but a moment for recognition to strike. The rider seemed to slump a little in the saddle, in the direction of his horse’s off side, a tendency peculiar to only one man he knew. Augustus was so startled that he made the mistake of running his sticky fingers through his own hair. “’I god, Woodrow,” he said. “That there’s Jake Spoon. “’I god, Woodrow,” he said. “That there’s Jake Spoon.”

The young man stopped and, sternly moving his dark eyebrows, turned to the stubborn animal: - Yasha. Go. Here. Otherwise. Blame. On the. Himself, - the knight said quietly, with an arrangement. The horse glanced at him with a dark eye. Realizing that the owner was really not in the mood for such games, Hawk gave up with a distressed sigh. Lowering his head, the stallion obediently approached the owner, allowing him to make the girl comfortable and climb into the saddle himself.