Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

He's going to kill me soon. "Twenty-six!! You're not running fast enough. I'll come get you!" Hot tears cascaded down my cheeks. My vision blurred and I stumbled and fell. The weight of everything was getting to me. "I can't do this. I can't do this." I said, sobbing on the ground.

Both of his pupils shined blue, similar to the two thick strands of shiny-blue whiskers spiraling down from both sides of his cheeks. Creed almost pissed his pants after noticing that the creature was glaring back at him from inside the mind palace. This beast was his first mount-type Soul Armas named Cursed Stallion. "What the hell is this creature?" Creed murmured with eyes falling out of their sockets, "Cursed Stallion… In which fucked-up universe does this mutant creature look like a stallion?" Creed was speechless. This beast didn't look like a mount at all, but some kind of terrifying existence that he should not mess with.

“Very true. Okay, take me there so I can see what our staff are made of.” We walk side by side in comfortable silence until we reach the pen where all the men are gathered to watch as the new stallion is broken in. He is a good size for a three yearling, easily sixteen hands possibly a touch more. He is a tan and brown colour with a dark patch on his nose, and highly spirited.

Stella asked as she watched the Black stallion with fear in her eyes. “It is.” Kellar confirmed as he has seen the stallion with the elf prince when they first met. Kellar moved forward and stretched one of his hands out. “Your name is Midnight, right?” As if recognizing his name, the black Stallion moved forward and lowered itself to allow the to children to ride on its back. Kellar helped Stella up before he hopped on himself. The girl seemed uncomfortable and even let out a slight yelp when Midnight got back on his feet. “I have to tell you something.” Stella looked back at Kellar. “I have never ridden horses before.”

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

Grant keeps on saying her to get away, but she never listened. “Well, I think I can ride a wild one,” she said and winked at Grant whose jaw slightly dropped. She had always admired him, ever since she saw him at the ranch. He was a white stallion with a chestnut blaze and four same socks. He had a proud and spirited look and a graceful and powerful gait. He was the most handsome horse she had ever seen.

Clayton stopped and looked at her. Smiling, he said, “Stay there, I’ll be back soon.” “Okay,” Emerald bobbed her head up and down like a good girl. As Clayton had promised he came back soon with the stableman leading a black stallion. Emerald giggled with excitement. “Meet Maximus,” Clayton said. “Maximus? As in the three time show jumping world champion Ben Kincaid’s horse?” Emerald asked as she recognized the horse.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

I gave him an apple before riding into him. "Son! Be careful!" Mom shouted from the house. I rode her around the ring and then rode her on the field. He's my favorite. He's fast and strong. After an hour, Apple and I headed back to the stables. I gave him water and apples and went to see the others. I went to the next stable and saw a brown horse with a white streak of line from its head to his muzzle. Meet Blaze. He's Stella's horse. She fell in love with him when she saw him.