Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

Pictures from girls' nights in my apartment and scenic shots of Jamaica. “Thank you,” I smile, and he nods. “My gift is outside in the stable,” Carter breaks the silence and hands me a picture. “Thoroughbred, Stallion, 18 hands. Please tell me that makes sense. Caleb helped me.” I smile and nod. “I need to get a saddle,” I confess with glee. “Oh, really?” Everyone asks in unison. I smell my brother and look up. But he doesn’t see me. He is staring at my friend.

I have my own favorite stallion. I headed towards our horse's stable. Many beautiful horses lined up inside it. But there was one particular horse I was looking for... Phantom. How come that I only remember about him just now? Until I failed to find him among the other horses. I also remembered how to call him, but no one was coming. When I suddenly cracked a half smile, I recalled that the small village. I just discovered had the same horse. I have a strong belief that it was Phantom. My horse. A free stallion.

Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it. Unexpectedly, one jumped behind Lily, it opened its mouth full of long, pointed fangs, drooling at Lily. She screamed in despair, reaching out her right hand towards the beast. Suddenly, a beam of light from the red crescent-shaped birthmark in the center of Lily's right palm hit the beast. Both animals were immediately drawn to the roadside stand of two stone statues. Neither Lily nor Elias understood what was happening. Lily's body seemed to exude that power, so she lost her strength and fainted. Elias whirled around, taking her in his big palm.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

Tucking his tail, he stopped and turned in one quick motion. The glossy black coat lay over sculpted muscles. Long solid legs covered the ground in a fluid motion. The stallion tossed his head, sending his mane flying in the breeze. I was in love. " He's gorgeous." "They say he's from Brightly." I stumbled a little in shock. "Oh.. hi…I didn't know you were there."

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

He glanced back at us and waved. "We need to go out the back," he said softly and I nodded and squeezed Ravin's hand as we followed. We exited the large palace to the back courtyard and my eyes widened at the sight. There were well manicured gardens and large stables with a fenced area. I could smell alfalfa and manure. Luric whistled and a large black horse trotted towards him. The horse whined and shook its head causing its long mane to billow around itself. "This is my horse Phantom," Luric announced proudly and ran his large hands across Phantom's withers.

she smiled. Joel watched her with narrowed eyes. “Alright. What do you want? What can I give you?” he asked. Aaron was curious to see what she would ask. “A stallion.” “A stallion?” He frowned. “Yes. A strong healthy black stallion.” “Oh…” he nodded with a smirk. “Why a stallion? They are more….” “Difficult? Aggressive? I heard that. I don’t mind. Dealing with difficult creatures is becoming my specialty.”

She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall. A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, "the colt", as everyone still called him, only sported a twelve-inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Zia entered the stall with Etta, placing a calming hand on the stallion's neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as t

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”