Slow Horses Novels & Stories

The instant we were out of the forest, the tracks was before us and I saw Lucifer far behind the other riders. "Lucifer!" I yelled and Ruthless charged towards him, neighing loudly in what I presumed to be an happiness in seeing his master. Lucifer had a surprised and worried look on his face seeing me and Ruthless coming towards him. He halted as we drew nearer. I was about to come down from Ruthless to let him get on and win that race when Lucifer swerved on Ruthless in a blink of an eye he was seated at my back, holding the reins of Ruthless. "Let's go, Ruthless!" He yelled and Ruthless neighed as he went into full speed like that of a lightning without stopping. A tenth position rider am

He probably heard me since he turned to my direction and came quickly riding his horse, a little faster than usual. He looked marvelous riding a horse, his sultry, dark brown hair bouncing all the way and his deep blue eyes locking into my green ones. His chest broad and his arms quite strong to lead the horse. He just lacked a cowboy hat on his head, but it didn't matter much. "Noah, what are the names of these horses?" I repeated the question once he was near to me. "The brown one is called Coco and the white one is Peggy." "Peggy is unusual, but a sweet name nevertheless."

he told her Chelsea didn’t care, “That’s no problem. My retarded ATM is sitting right beside you. He’ll pay for the damages. ‘Mentally retarded human ATM’ Maxwell:"…" Really Chelsea? That’s what I get for taking care of you Damon:"…" Please Big Sister! Can you be any less savage? It’s suffocating in here “Forget it. “Aren’t we holding the interview any longer?” Chelsea asked, seeing they had no interest to ask her any questions

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

On the ranch, Kairo and Rose are riding on one of the horses. Rose doesn't know how to ride a horse. But Kairo does. She is sitting in the front while he is sitting behind her on the horse. The horse is throttling slowly. The pace is leisurely and relaxed. Kairo is not in a hurry to end the ride soon. This is his wife's first horse ride, and he doesn't want to scare her. It took some persuasion on his part to make her agree to ride a horse in the first place. So he doesn't want to scare her with speed.

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.

We rode our horses out of the barn and passed a corridor of other horses who wouldn’t be going with us on this unbelievable date. “So, how fast, or slow, do you wanna go,” Hunter asked with a mischievous look on his face. I shrugged my shoulders as he took off ahead of me. I kept at a steady slow stride and just took more of the sun in. Honey Lemon seemed to enjoy taking this adventure in stride with me, but she’s a horse so what do I know.

I watched Aly’s face as she stared at Lisa, and I could tell her curiosity was outweighing her hostility now. “What peg-sus?” Lisa smiles widely. “Want me to show you?” Aly nods, and then Lisa lifts a hand in the air, palm up, a cloud of glittering smoke forming a ball in her hand that turns transparent, revealing a herd of almost white horses with large wings tucked into their sides. They are the most majestic beasts I have ever seen. Their manes are flowing in the wind, and their coats are all glossy and smooth. They look strong, with cords of muscle and thick necks.

It looks incredibly amazing, but it feels peaceful because there ain't a single soul around us for miles. Cairo walks us past the pool and stops in front of a beautiful, white horse that's already saddled up and waiting by the fence. "This is Breeze. He's an Andalusian. Strong legs, smooth stride, and he can run faster than anything you've seen if you let him out." "Wait. Did you say 'he'? I thought all pretty white horses in movies were females." "Yeah, the exact same way you thought you were gonna ride alone today. You've got a lot to learn, sweetheart."

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,”