Red Horse Inuman Novels & Stories

But I have been to the countryside, and I have seen the overabundance of pale horses myself. A farm in Dartmoor recently reported that one of their albino horses gave birth to a human boy. The boy allegedly lived for a single day before he was devoured from the inside by long, coiling worms. As the boy had never been left alone, it was believed that he was born with the worms already inside of him. The worms disappeared into the wilds before the farmers could squash them.

Sighing, he leaned back looking up at the sky, “We have a special animal in our lands. Humans don’t ever see if because it stays far away from the barrier. It’s called a unicorn. It’s absolutely a dazzling spectacular creature. It’s skin is pure starlight with a mane stretching far more like pure silver than anything Emnore could ever muster. It’s horn, it’s said, is made of sunlight and to even be graced with it’s presence is enough of a deine blessing to create the most splendid fortunes for the rest of your life.” I wanted ot know what he was getting on about, but I figured he was going to get to the point eventually. “There are so many tales of people claiming to see this large horse who

“That animal has killed a man. If you won’t keep yourself safe I will do it for you.” “This horse tossed a man who was daft enough to climb on the back of a full-grown horse who didn’t want to carry him and then hit him with a whip for daring to object. Why would the horse be expected to condone that when it is more than strong enough to rid himself of the pestilence? That is like asking you to put little Sofie on your shoulders and expecting you to tolerate her, pulling your hair and slapping your face. You would put her off of you, just as the horse did that man, only the horse has no hands to do so gently. It isn’t the horse's fault the man landed on his head. I’ve been feeding him scraps

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

But my hopes were quickly crushed as the one leading the group pulled back on his reins forcing his horse to stop. The horse let out a whinny of protest before stopping. It stomped its feet as it huffed and shook its long mane. Its coat was as dark as the previous horses, but now that I was closer, I could see that it wasn't like any horse I had ever seen before. It was larger than any horse in Gardenia, and its eyes were a crimson red. I swallowed a gasp as I noticed its snake-like tongue. "Goddess, above what is that thing?" Ahmes hissed as she pushed further forward, readying for a fight. I shook my head, not having an answer.

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.

Beautiful and dangerous. I found myself standing just outside of the Antique Shop, lingering in front of one of the large windows. A child's rocking horse sat on display, but there was nothing old about this antique. The horse was a brilliant shade of white, with multicolor crystals embedded in its mane. The saddle was a beautiful shade of red, in complete contrast with the golden mane and tail.

Soon to be my wild horse. She was still closing her eyes while biting her hand. Her cheeks were stained with tears, giving them a natural tint of crimson red. Her hair was spread all over the bed while some of them hid her face from me. Her chest heaved up and down with each shaky breath she took and that’s when I realized she had refused to wear the shirt I gave her and decided to wear her almost-nothing negligee again. Her erect nipples were teasing and gawking at me through her thin fabric and the urge to take them into my mouth was immense. I gawked at the ethereal beauty in front of me, imagining all the things I want to do to her, right this second, right here.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

I asked. “It’s easy to know and No, I am not one of them, there are werewolves, I am something else.” He proudly answered. “I am definitely the only human here…” I said and gave out a subtle laugh. “So if you’re not a werewolf then what are you?” I asked again. “A vampire!” he blurted. “A vampire? Wow! Never would’ve guessed. There’s so much going on here.” I said. “Yes, there is…and you have to be very careful. Shadowclaw is a very unsafe space especially for you Tanya. If I had my way, I would’ve taken you away from here.” Ryan softly said.