Randolph Scott's 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.

Randey slapped his horse’s neck affectionately. He had finished unsaddling the fine mare as he and his companions prepared their camp for the night. Flyta was one of the Grenyaar’s finest horses, and Randey was honored to have been given the privilege of riding her. She snorted happily as he patted her, then he stepped over to join the others at their small fire.

What a close call. The ground was covered with stones. If Kristen fell and her face touched the ground, she couldn’t become popular later. Ethan’s expression was gloomy. He watched as the out-of-control horse was pulled back by the staff. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a hint of danger in his voice, “Why did the horse lose control?” Kristen also had some doubts. It seemed to be a conspiracy against her. Mr. Scott hurriedly said, “Mr. Wharton, everything was fine when the staff rode this horse in the morning. I’ll send someone to investigate this matter right now.”

"My God, take control of this horse. Make him calm and friendly to me in Jesus' mighty name. Amen" Rhoda prays as she pulls the rope to calm him." Huh huh, friend, friend, calm! In the name of Jesus! " Rhoda said as the black horse slowly calmed down and obeyed Rhoda's command. "Hay, thank You, Lord!" She bursts out laughing. The couple enjoys their interactions until they agree to return to him on other weekends to meet Geralds’ family. "What a shame for you who call yourselves messengers of God's word because you disguise as sheep among wolves and yet you're worse than us!" says one of Geralds’companions.

He walked back to check on the rest of his men and Mason’s. Ten minutes later a young looking male came racing toward Skylar on a beautiful chestnut colored thoroughbred horse mare. He stopped, in front of her as she grabbed the reins and rubbed the mare’s neck. The man climbed down off the horse and started talking to her. Mack couldn’t hear what was being said despite his wolf hearing ability, but judging by the look on Skylar’s face. The news was not good.

I bent closer to the bush and parted it. Nobody here! It must have been a Lycan, but why would anyone be out here past curfew. After giving it a little thought, I waved it away and continued till I was past the castle main gate. I took a horse instead of a car, I had only a few minutes before the curse kicked in, a horse might be a bit faster. I got on Randall, the ash and white horse, dimmed the fastest horse for the past two years in a row. I rode him to the cemetery. We rode through the thick darkness, managing to q, bypass any obstacle in my way till I reached the cemetery.

The man knew how to push until everything Pandora desired hung on the word 'surrender'. “Now you’re coming home with me. Five days in the dorm is enough; the remaining two days are when you have to be with me. I won’t accept refusal, Pandora.” That was why Pandora was here. On a vast field. Watching herself in the shadow of a horse. The Thoroughbred Kingston had given her. A horse known as the most competitive breed. Its slender, strong, and agile build supported its ability to run fast, making it capable of tearing through the racecourse.

I assure him, determination burning bright in my eyes. Rhaenan finally assists me onto the horse after several failed attempts, and I settle atop the majestic beast with a triumphant smile. He mounts his own horse, a striking brown steed with a distinctive white patch between its eyes. In contrast, mine is a white beauty with a mane of flowing black hair, an unexpected yet captivating combination.

The white horse nodded its head. “oh God, what do you want me to get from dear?”, asked Lt. Jim again. The horse bitten one of the grass near Lt. Jim and chewed it. “you are hungry?”, asked Lt. Jim. The horse nodded its head three times. “why do I need to dive in, you can have all the grass here, I don’t eat them”, exclaimed Lt. Jim. The horse moved its head like it was saying no. “oh wow, okay fine, you are the most demanding mammal I have ever seen”, mumbled Lt. Jim.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.