Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

"My father had accepted them. He——" "He was the only one who accepted them and he had no such influence to convince the rest of his cronies who banished their own Alpha just because she had fallen in love and was mated with her archenemy," Cornelius spat, cutting me off. "Do you even know why it's considered taboo to be mated with the Phantom?"

I giggle softly. "Yours," he tells me. I look at him incredulously. Is he serious? He smiles and nods, like he's reading my mind. "Named Rana Fashe. Daybreak." "Rana Fashe, Daybreak," I repeat. He smiles slightly and rests his muscled arms on the pen of my new horse's pen. He points at a strong black stallion in the next stallion in the next stall. "Mine," he says. "Name is Tsakar dare. In your language, his name is

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

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.

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.

The horses lifted their heads as we passed, some snorting, some flicking their ears. Then one of them — taller than the rest, with a coat as dark as midnight and a mane that shimmered like silk — let out a sharp, ringing sound that echoed through the stable. Silas’s mouth curved. “That’s mine. Isn’t he majestic?” I glanced at the stallion, who was tossing his head with an almost arrogant flair. A quiet smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. “He recognizes you.”

Stacia laughs, and for a moment I wonder if my brother’s crazy is rubbing off on her. Brax sputters, “You’re joking?” But before his mother can respond, the pack of wolves bow low to the ground as a massive black stallion bursts through the brush, scattering leaves and forest magic in equal measure. It’s rider stands balanced on the saddle, grinning like a maniac who hasn’t slept in close to a decade, and if the memories of my childhood serves as evidence, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were true.

I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the other royal warriors to inspect it. “Your highness, it's the spy we sent. She's back!” John muttered as he checked the carriage. “What do you have here….Back so soon… Jane!” I walked toward the horse. It stood still as I approached. It was a rare breed, unlike ours—this black stallion was three times bigger, more muscular, and it had a savage look in its eyes. But it made no sound, almost like it's following a strict order. It looked like a machine made to kill but I would easily end it's life with my ring.

Aidan casually greeted some of them with small nods while Malikha continued staring around in amazement. Just how rich is this man, exactly? Malikha wondered silently. Aidan eventually brought her inside one of the stables and stopped in front of a magnificent black stallion. “This is Dante,” Aidan said proudly. “I bought him three years ago from an auction.” Malikha’s eyes sparkled instantly. The horse was breathtaking. His black coat gleamed beautifully under the stable lights, and his strong posture made him look both elegant and intimidating. Malikha slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch him. Normally, Dante only obeyed Aidan and rarely allowed strangers near him. But the moment

“Would it be so terrifying to admit you like him?” I gave him a look before turning my gaze forward and focusing on walking through the muddy grounds leading to the stables. I was slightly relieved when Caspian decided to stay silent for the rest of our walk. As we were a few feet away, Caspian asked me to stay outside while he ran into the stables. He returned a moment later, leading out a magnificent black stallion. The horse was already saddled and had a few packages wrapped around the back. “He is beautiful,” I said, staring at the horse in awe.