Percy Jackson Horse Guy Novels & Stories

I smiled at her. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ [Mythological Creatures] 1. Pegasus Pegasus is a horse that has wide white wings. In Greek mythology, it is stated that Pegasus was born from the blood of Medusa when Perseus beheaded. It is also said that Pegasus was ridden by Bellerophon to fight the Chimeras. Pegasus is a horse that has wings and superior flight. Pegasus is the result of Medusa and Poseidon's painful relationship. Born from Medusa when his head was cut off by Perseus. Tamed by Bellerophon and served him on his mountain during his adventures including when Bellerophon killed Chimaera. When Bellerophon wanted to fly Pegasus to Mount Olympus, he was knocked down by Zeus. But Pegasus still flew and

he said smiling at me. "Oh. Yeah that's a good idea" I replied. "If you come from this side I will help you get on the horse. His name is Onyx by the way. Onyx meet Rebecca, Rebecca meet Onyx" he laughed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Onyx" I giggled.

Luckily, Max never got tired of watching him. With a bright smile, Mr. Hunt approached the center of joy. When the old man got there, he immediately flashed a smile. “Wow, is this the newcomer in our farm? He looks cool," the grandfather said, making a few eyes widen. Where did the gloomy old man go this morning? "That's right, his name is Pony. Isn't he very strong? He has brought me and Ace around this field once," Cayden said with sparkling eyes. He was proud to be able to ride a horse like an adult.

Helia huffed, "He treats my damn horse nicer than he treats me!" "What's his name?" Kendrick asked. Helia was somewhat surprised by the question, "Um...I haven't named him yet. He's new." Her last horse got killed in action during a battle with a particularly nasty werewolf and she'd only had this bay gelding for a week. She wasn't sure if she should name it at all. Being a slayer, she sadly had to go through a few horses so naming them wasn't exactly prudent.+ "No name huh?" Kendrick eyed the reddish-brown horse in his hand, still stroking it like a tiny pet, "Hmm...how about...Hershel? He looks like a Hershel."

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

“Of course. Today, I wanted you as my partner. My way.” After a short hesitation, curiosity won. I changed quickly. When I came out, I looked completely different. Strong. Elegant. Like I was born for this. Edric looked at me from head to toe, raising an eyebrow. “Amazing… like you belong here.” He led me to the stable. A white horse stood calmly. “This is Orion. The smartest horse here. He’s yours today.” I touched the horse gently, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. Edric helped me mount, his hand firm at my waist, making my heart skip.

Seeing his horse, my eyes littered the entire area, it was then it dawned on me that mine horse was missing. Who could have taken my horse? “Who took my horse?" I stared hard at him. " My name is Dain, son of viscount Sorrento from the Green pack. “ " I didn't ask for your backstory , i only ask about my horse!“ I replied harshly at him, my breath steaming. “If you keep yelling that way at me, I bet if i would ever listen to you, talkmore of providing an abawrs to you.“ Dain said, and my shoulders dropped at us words.

Whatever hellish creature he had just called… I was ready to face it. I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down! “I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down!” But to my surprise, a black stallion emerged from the darkness, tall and lean, its powerful frame moving toward us. It was an Anatolian war horse. Behren stepped forward and took hold of the reins, guiding the horse closer before securing them to the sarcophagus. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

he stepped inside, and I followed, and the scent of horses swirled around me, I looked around and there were at least 10 in stalls, “Whoa, their beautiful.” He chuckled as he walked over to a huge black on, “this is Zeus, he’s mine,” he rubbed the huge horses head and it blew out a breath, “you can pet him if you like.” I walked over and put my hand on its nose and giggled, “he’s soft, and so big, is he a Clydesdale?”

He tried to look unbothered—nonchalant—but I saw the pulse pricking dark against his throat, the way his fingers trembled before he shoved them back into his pockets. "Nice looking horse," he said, voice clipped, eyes on the black animal that looked every inch ready to snarl. The horse was magnificent—intimidating, all muscle and shadow—because Jaxon had deliberately given Daniel the biggest one. Massive. I couldn't name the breed, but damn—tall enough to eat the sky. Daniel and Jaxon themselves were big men; the horse simply swallowed them whole.