Slow Horses Novels & Stories

Damon ran a lap but ended up stopping next to her. Walking side by side with her horse on the track. Aurora rode very slowly, and Damon’s speed also became very slow. She was a little annoyed. "Will you stop following me? Go away.” Damon bristled, "I told this horse to go, but it wouldn’t." Aurora also noticed it. Both horses slowed down as they came together. There was also an occasional exchange between them. The trainer walked over and said with a smile, "These two actually have a connection and we refer to them as a couple, Romeo and Juliet, they're usually like this."

Sable said “She is wrong in this matter. I think she got mixed up when she had different species mix their blood lines.” Frank told us “How can you say that? There are a lot of hybrids in the world.What do you plan to do with them all?” Nigel asked “If we had it our way they would be slaves or killed off to save the pure blood lines. If they inter mix and as long as one only shares one or the other parents traits then they are safe because then they are only one but if they show both parents traits then they will be turned into a slave or killed. That is what we are looking for. We come to get all of you to join our cause. So we can get rid of the other elders and anyone who goes against us.

I asked. He unlocked the barn, leading the horse slowly out of it. It neighed, scowling at me with those dark beady eyes. I stared back, enjoying the challenge while Jade tried to pull me away so it wouldn't charge at me. “Petty much?” she cackled. “The horse doesn't seem to like me. What's his name?” “Polly,” he answered briefly. “He's a six year old stallion, fast and fit for races, but the owner sold it to us for tourism purposes. That's why he's so cranky,”

The simple contact makes me shiver as he breaks the rules once more and touches me. “They have had many names, but dead horses are the literal translation of the oldest name I have ever found for them. I train the dead horses in my spare time. We have over fifty of them which we can ride, and they pull our carriages when we aren’t breeding them. Wild dead horses are difficult to train, but perhaps you would like to help me in your new home,” he offers, and it seems honest enough. A dream, really. “I’d really like that,” I say with a cautious smile.

She wasn't trying to impress anyone today. "I’m so glad you came, Willow," Matthew said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I’ve missed my favorite honorary sister." "It’s good to see you too, Matthew." The race began with a thunderous roar of hooves. The crowd was on its feet. The competition narrowed down to two horses: a fiery red stallion named Jordan and a sleek, midnight-black mare named Cage. "Go, Jordan!" Blair screamed, actually on the same side as Willow for once.

Their expressions were just as cold and stern. Ding Hao glanced at them casually and discovered that the horses that these people rode all had hair that was as black as ink. The horses were more than two meters tall and their four legs were strong and nimble, just like ferocious beasts. They were Dark Cloud Lion Beasts which were also called half-demon horses. It was said that they possessed a demonic bloodline. They could travel 5000 miles in the day and 1500 at night. They were extremely handsome and each horse was worth several thousand dollars.

The horses ran with the speed of light. Number six fell our her horse, and the crowd chorus an ouhhhh! Number five seem to have difficulties with make his horse jump the bars, but instead he flew over the bar all alone, and another ouhhhh erupted, number four was just too clumsy to hold the rein of the horse he ended up suspending head down while the horse ran, number three was too perfect, hitting the animal with a crop for it to move faster but instead the horse sat down and he rolled out causing the crowd to laugh. It remains number two and number one Gabriel and Christopher. They jumped over the obstacles so easily like pros, Chris was ahead, Gabriel was just and inch away.

Katherine quickly left and ran out the store. Emily still confused followed her out but she was gone. "What the fuck was that about" She mumbled. ______________________________________ The Kent Estate. Jackson arrived home in a good humor. The contract with the Anderson Family is done and dusted work can start on Black Mountain. "Tonight we shall have the good stuff" he went to the wine seller and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1972" Jackson kissed the bottle and made his way back to his study.

Sebastian digs out of the dirt and says, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Domino his horse was unlike other horses. On the Callem continent there were three main species of horses. Regular Land Horses used by all manners of people, Special Flying Horses used by royal bloods, dignitaries and those of high prestige. Unicorns were the rarest species of horses which when sighted can be seen as a sign of good luck, unicorn sightings were so rare that many doubted it's existence.

Astrid absently noticed the other knights doing much the same with their own normally vicious stallions as Zela closely inspected the small mare. “What is its name?” The little Dryad asked, her eyes afire with curiosity. “More importantly, what is it?” Astrid laughed. “She is a horse and her name is Swift.” “Why Swift?” “Because she runs very fast.” “The Elves have similar looking animals. But their ones look a bit different. Your men all have different ‘horse’ too.” Astrid nodded. “I suppose they do.” Zela gave a sudden bright smile, her cheeks dimpling. “I almost forgot. Heartwood says that I am to come with you and aid you in anyway I can. Kalash affects us all.”