Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

He heard her talking to her mother while he was hiding behind the window sill. “A rose and a viper.” Damon enunciated, narrowing his gaze to Walsh. “Who’s crest is it?” “Nemesis.” It wasn’t a name, and it annoyed him more. He has a lot of names on his list that fall into that category. It would take him forever to sift them one by one. “Burson.” Walsh suddenly added, finally in his conceding voice. The pain was becoming intolerable, and he was bleeding between his legs profusely. Only a thread of skin holding his entire balls.

"I'm not going, then. Take these gentlemen to look around with Stella and come back for dinner later." When they arrived, the stable worker was grooming the horses. Cordelia's horse farm was well-made, and the horses were well-bred and of strong physique. As someone approached, all the horses in the stable eagerly poked their heads out of their stalls, except for one. That horse was a sleek black beauty with shiny hair and well-defined muscles. But, it did not stir. In fact, it turned its back on the approaching figure, Stella. Its name was Juno.

“A beautiful black stallion. Come on,” I moved to the stall at the far right end, and there he was, the black stallion Vincenzo had given me the very first time he brought me home. I’d had it since it was a foal and we’d bonded so well over the years. I told this to Christina as she approached the fearless black stallion with shiny black fur. “It looks lovely, and is it weird if I say it screams of royalty? You must really be taking good care of it,”

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Tell them what you bought her.” He sighed. “A new stallion. Big deal.” “Come again?” Alex asked, his eyes growing wide as he walked up to join the conversation. “You bought your thirteen-year-old a what?” Bob took his swing. The ball soared, arched, and landed right smack in the middle of the green. He came back to us, his club resting on his shoulder. “A stallion. You know? A male horse.” “Not just a male horse,” I said, shaking my head at the memory. “This damn horse was a breeding legend. Purebred, pure white stallion. The most beautiful coat you’ve ever seen. Long mane. Its offspring are all show horses, too. And the best part?”

I set a brisk pace towards the royal stables, the rising sun paints the sky in hues of orange and pink. The stable workers straighten to attention upon seeing me. They bring out my steed – a magnificent white stallion with a mane like spun gold. I mount the horse. The familiar warmth of the leather beneath him, the powerful energy of the animal thrumming through my legs. I nudge it forward, and we set off at a steady gallop. Our destination – the harem house.

"He was bred for royalty, strong, untamed, and unyielding. I simply hadn't found the right moment to bring him to you until today." I stepped closer to the stall, my heart thumping against my ribs. Slowly, tentatively, I reached my hand over the wooden barrier. The stallion turned his massive, elegant head, his dark eyes intelligent and calm. Instead of shying away, he took a step forward, nudging his soft, warm velvet nose directly into my open palm.