Quotes From Crazy Horse Novels & Stories

(EL POV) When suddenly, I heard a horse neighing. My mind showed me a picture of myself riding a white horse, it was running freely across the vast grassland. The white satallion… This memory in my head... I had a horse. It flowed back to me, it was Uncle Rankin who gave it to me. What's its name? Phantom, yes. I remembered the day when we catch this elusive wild horse. I was the one who got rid of the ropes around him. He deserves to run freely without the threat of being captured. Yes! I have my own favorite stallion.

Its rider is thrown free, tumbling across broken branches and rock. Panic ripples through the group like wildfire. Shouts ring out as horses rear and bolt, their hooves pounding. “Hold your ground! Control your beasts!” I shout. Yet, I am the only one whose mind remains clear. The strange voices, haunting cries–they can’t shake me because I know it’s witchcraft. My focus sharpens, fierce and unyielding. I grip my reins tightly, and lean low into the neck of my horse, soothing her with the gentle stroke of my hand.

The horse, which used to symbolize freedom and greatness, now showed how trapped I was. The whole thing seemed like a mean joke, a twisted way of showing who had power. Swiftclaw's mean smile got bigger as he made fun of me with the horse. "You know, a King should travel in style," he said mockingly. I looked right at Swiftclaw, feeling both stubborn and angry. Even though I was tied up, I still felt strong inside. The pain in my wrists and Swiftclaw's mean words couldn't stop my determination. I was focused on rescuing Scarlett, and nothing would change that.

I didn’t want to reply, but something compelled me to, “Absolute power without consequences, even in the hands of one man, would be the end of this dirty world we live in.” “I think you’d do great with absolute power, Alpha Malric.” He replied, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He suddenly gasped, as though he had just remembered something and said, “Oh. My uncle has a horse! A really powerful one, a Mustang! I can come with you and you wouldn’t have to slow down for me to keep up.” “I wasn’t slowing down for-” “His house is just by the corner!” he shouted, jogging away while glancing back desperately to make sure I hadn’t left, “Just give me a minute! I promise! I will be back! Please don’

"Why not give it a try?" Cyrus glanced at the horse indifferently, showing no interest in riding it. The atmosphere turned awkward. "I'll ride it for Mr. Gross," Hazel volunteered, eager to impress. Since Patience had managed to make Cyrus remember her with her unconventional actions at the restaurant last time, she could do it again now. Winston quickly chimed in, "Sure! Hazel's horsemanship is excellent!" Seeing that Cyrus didn't object, Hazel leaped onto the horse, kicked its flanks with her legs, and galloped off.

“What did you say?!” North lifted an eyebrow. “Just admit that you’re not skilled at horse riding.” “You!” Cynthia was absolutely furious. To get justice for the woman he admired, Liam said in disgust, “What are you being so arrogant for? How dare you mock Cynthia’s horse-riding skills? Who do you think you are?! If you dare, why don’t you race me?!” North turned her head and replied absentmindedly, “You all think I can’t ride a horse. Aren’t you making my life difficult by suggesting to race me?”

“Casimir, I have told you more than once, horses are tools. Like your fangs, or your books, or your food—keep everything close that is needed, until it isn’t needed any more. Use it for its purpose, then don’t look back.” “I know! But that’s what I meant! I’ve been training him so I can use him in battle. Did you know horses used to fight wars? Can you imagine how a challenging Alpha would look when I ride up on a fucking horse and he’s laughing, and Prince puts a hoof through his forehead?”

"Who's here? Who said that?" :Good job, you giant chihuahua. You had to pick right then to go public with your sneaky voice?: Rhychard shook his head. "That was Kree. The horse of a dog that helped us save you today. He's harmless." :Chihuahua? Horse of a dog? You, dear sir, are rude.: "How come I can hear him?" She pressed back so hard against the drywall, Rhychard was sure she'd leave a permanent indention.

It immediately pissed me off and I wanted to teach them a lesson. "Kus Tiagh" I said, it is a spell, I communicated with the horses and they furiously leaped and threw the Royal Guards away. They all fell into a dirty pit, filled with dung of animals. I saw the people near trying as much as they could to hold back their laughter. They knew they'd be in trouble if they laughed.

I screamed, pulling on her reins, but that only seemed to make her run faster. “Oh my God, I am fucked!” The words rolled out of my mouth as the heavy breeze hit me from the opposite direction. Is this how I die? A horse crash? Who fucking dies from a horse accident? Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did! I looked ahead and Storm was racing towards a crowd, it wasn't just any crowd; it was the contestants recording live right outside the cow shed. “Incoming!!!” I screamed like a crazy person. “Get out of the way!!”