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."

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The horses were settled now. Some were grazing lazily, others lying down in the shade, tails flicking at flies. A few still looked a little off, but it was nothing like before. Since I’d switched out their water, they were slowly getting better—no more sluggish movements, no more dull, glassy eyes. That was a win in my book. I gave one of the mares a gentle pat on the neck, watching as she nuzzled the grass with her nose before taking a lazy bite. The sight made me smile. Moments like this were why I loved this place—quiet, steady, no unnecessary bullshit.

LAURA "Blacky's fine now, Isko. You can give him water," Laura told Isko, a Miller Estate worker responsible for the horses. Blacky was their Friesian Horse breed. She was at the clinic when Isko called about a horse acting sluggish. She rushed back to Miller Estate to examine Blacky and found that exhaustion and the hot weather were likely causes. Summer was tough on the animals. "Thank you very much, Miss Laura," Isko said to her.

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

Andrew remained calm, explaining, "Since you're curious, let me break it down for you in simpler terms. For the first race, everyone underestimated the mixed-breed horse because of its lower charging speed than purebreds. Any casual racing fan would know that. However, Mr. Thatcher might have overlooked that while mixed breeds lack explosive power, they excel in endurance, which is their key advantage." He waved his hand, gesturing toward the racetrack as he continued, "This club's track is nearly 50 meters longer than standard tracks. That extra distance allowed the mixed breed to showcase its superior stamina, ultimately overtaking the faster but less enduring horses, which decided the rac

Pedro asked. “He will come for us too," Elijah replied and all of a sudden his throat felt dry. * I am so fucking exhausted but honestly it's quite fun doing this. All the horses seemed to like me, especially Speedy and I can't remember how many times I have pet him. Such a beautiful creature. And oh their dungs ain't as bad as Marcel made it to be. They ain't as stinky as those of dogs and cats but damn they are big. Like very massive and thick!!

"Fine, but I'm coming with you." As we made our way to the stables, the landscape unfolded into vast, rolling hills. The moon cast a soft glow on the expansive lands, adding an ethereal touch to the night. The stables were a haven of rustic charm, the scent of hay and the sound of horses nickering filling the air. Davis, his skepticism fading, spoke with surprising enthusiasm about the different horses housed in the stables. "These are magnificent creatures, each with its personality," he explained, a passion in his voice that caught me off guard. "This one here, Thunder, he's spirited but gentle. And that over there is Midnight, swift as the wind."

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.

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.

She waved them goodbye and watched them drive out of the camp. There were over a dozen of them and not for a second did they stop. The horses went on as fast as they could with the sound of their feet making music in the ears of their riders. Tiny animals could be seen scurrying off as they approached them.. they feared for their lives and Volk couldn't but laugh. "Did you see what happened with that squirrel just now?" He asked Lowell. "Oh yes I did. God saved it soul that it was fast. It would have died under the heavy weight of this beast..." They both Laughed.