Phantom Stallion Novels & Stories

Warm breath huffs against my neck as soon as I push the doors open, the horses shifting inside their stalls, some still half-asleep, some already impatient for attention. But Tornado—my Tornado—is wide awake. “Morning, boy,” I say, stepping toward his stall. He’s a big black stallion, strong, stubborn, and dramatic as hell. He nudges my shoulder as if reminding me I’m late, and I chuckle under my breath. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’m here.”

This made her to widen her eyes and looked down at the twig, with twisted lips. Lifting up her head again, what caught her eyes next made her lost her breath, and she became speechless! She was threw into a world of trance, to the extent it took her a while before she reacted.. There.....a silvery stallion stood majestically, with it awesome and eye-catching sturdy body, that was radiating exceptional strength! The house neighed as soon, as it caught sight of Anita staring at it and shook it head. Instantly, Anita fell in love with the stallion and decided to get it to be hers! In fact, her hands were itching to rob the stallion's body. So this was the glowing thing?

Zen notices my confusion, opening the stall door and saddling the horse "So they don't have the family crest." “Don’t horses have names?” I ask “We don’t know his name, so can we call him by something else?” “You may, but I doubt he would respond to it.” I take in his appearance, but a name like wraith or shadow seems too obvious by his coloring. Maybe something about his height? Mammoth? “I’ll decide along the way.” I nod to myself as Zen finishes up We leave the Manor, and the gates bolt behind us. I cast one last look at the stone towers and haunting façade of SeraphFall.

She had taken him in payment for a debt owed by another Don to her and this was going to be the first time she rode him, it suited her sense of the irony to take him on after the meeting she had just faced down. The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so.

My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "Miss, please step back!" Davies yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he rushed over. "That's Mr. Blackwood's personal mount! He doesn't let anyo