Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

“I mean, come on. I love Cameron and all, but could Dillon BE any more perfect?” I giggled. Stella was right. Dillon was pretty perfect. I’d harbored fantasies of owning my own horse for an entire year after the visit that summer when I was twelve. Not only had Dillon remembered, he’d gone out and bought me a horse, just to make that fantasy come true. And not just any horse. A thorough bred, racing horse. “Which one is yours?” Stella asked as we approached the stands. All the horses were parading around the race track, the jockeys on their backs.

The stallion he guided out to the horse paddock was stunning, pure white, with those dreamy grey-speckled eyes and the kind of calmness that almost didn’t make sense for such a large creature. She sniffed the carrot I held in my fingers and then nibbled it gently, her breath warm against my palm. Damien looked up from the brushing and flicked his eyes between me and the stallion. "Don’t worry." He said with a crooked grin. "She won’t bite." I gave him a look and reached a little closer to the horse’s head. "Are you sure this is okay?" "Oh, I wasn’t talking to you, kitten." I gasped softly, pulled back my hand and narrowed my eyes at him. "You bastard." I tossed a carrot at his chest, but he

My pretty, little mare, Radiance, is small compared to Kenneth’s giant, and aptly named horse, Goliath. Radiance is an Arabian stallion, beautiful and elegant. My father got her for me on my thirteenth birthday, saying that a princess needs a horse that matches her in grace and beauty, and Radiance is definitely that. My father got her young, before she was old enough to learn to carry a rider. She and I bonded for several months before I began to train her. I’m the only person that she’s ever carried on her back.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

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.

There was also a stable not far from it. A bunch of horses were kept in there. I had been there before. Some were old, some were new. One, however, remained exactly where I had last seen him. Alone in a separate stall. The mad horse. Damon walked straight towards him. "Who is he?" he asked, his curiosity evident. The horse looked at Damon. He looked curious too as if not have expected anyone to give him attention. "That's Blaze," Tony introduced, nodding towards the stall. "He is mad. No longer safe to ride."

She glanced at Cody and corrected saying “our barn.” Damon said, “Cody was telling me about heartbreaker.” Angel smiled so brightly at the mention of the horse she said “He is a randy fella for sure. But, beautiful, I’ve never seen a more beautiful animal.” Damon looked at Cody and said, “You know Gambler and Heartbreaker have the same Sire.” She heard Cody sigh, but he said “Yes, I knew. It’s the culmination of a man’s life’s dream to own a horse like that.”

Just like before, he pretended like he never heard her. "That's Belle the white horse which as pretty as me." She said pertaining to a white mare. He finds the name of the horses cute most specially the black stallion. He just love that horse like he wanted to ride him. Not that he was fond with animals but this is the first time he got an interest with stallion and feels like wanting to ride on it.

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.