Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.

I murmured. I pictured a stallion—strong, graceful, untouchable. The sphere rippled, stretching and unfolding into an elegant mane, long legs, and a proud head. The creature stepped forward, its hooves brushing the ground without a sound. But this time, something was different. Its glow wasn’t steady—it flickered, unsteady, like it was struggling to stay together. “Good,” Phineas said, watching closely. “Now hold it. Keep your will steady.” The stallion faltered, its outline blurring as if the air itself was tugging it apart. Sweat beaded at my temple as I clenched my fist, focusing, forcing the light to obey.

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

Let’s hope she falls in love with me as well. He whistles. “Xavi!” The stallion snorts when it spots Damian, and starts trotting toward him. I move out of the way so they can do their bromance or whatever it’s called between two male species. The mare is led to where I am. She stops a few feet away, looking as hesitant as I feel, despite the stable man’s efforts. I guess that means it’s left for us to bond together or they get another one from the stables.

The stallion shifts slightly, then relaxes again. There’s something calming about that. “You look better,” Lily says. “I feel better.” It’s true. The noise in my head is quieter out here. For a few moments, I just stand there, letting myself focus on something simple. Something real. “What are you naming it?” Lily asks. I hadn’t thought about it properly before. I look at the stallion, at the way it holds itself, steady and sure, like it doesn’t need anything from anyone. “Mar,” I say.

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

Behind him, two Vespera stable masters were leading a horse into the main paddock. Not just any horse. A massive, coal-black Andalusian stallion with a flowing mane, powerful muscular shoulders, and dark, fiery eyes. The stallion held his head high, snorting softly as the sun gleamed off his oiled black coat. "Obsidian," I whispered, my heart fluttering with pure joy.

Anyone else would have been lost. With no hope of finding Jack, I almost turned around to save myself and Nugget-until the silhouette of Midnight rearing in the distance caught my attention. If I'd had a camera, the picture could have won awards. He was a beast, massive yet graceful. The flames were too close, and the stallion was unhappy, even though he was steadfast and diligently working at Jack's command.