Slow Horses Novels & Stories

Matthew said in surprise. “It’s normal, really. Horses are actually more expensive.” Yuki waved her hands around. “Whoa! For real?” Matthew was surprised again. “Hahaha! Horses are usually used by royals and nobles because they look majestic and all that. So yeah, that’s why they’re expensive. Anyway, this storm doesn’t look like it’s gonna die down anytime soon. I’m gonna take a little nap, goodbye.” Yuki threw her head to the tent’s base and slept.

Cayden chimed in, still sticking with his plan. Stifling a laugh, Gabriella waved her son's hand. “But it is indeed dangerous, Little Prince. You can meet wild horses or bad people.” "Is it a problem if we meet a wild horse? Isn't the horse a good animal? It can not kick or step on us,” the toddler replied with pursed lips. “Horses are just like humans, Little Prince. Some of them are also bad and naughty," Julian said with high arched eyebrows. “Wait until you meet Hasty. He's the most mischievous horse and very unruly."

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

I laughed once more at her bluntness and then neither of us said anything for the rest of the trip. Thirty minutes later, after leaving behind several farms and ranches and going through a road with enough potholes to destroy the suspension of a compact car, we were passing through the majestic wrought iron gate where you could read the word Eden in the center of it. Excited beyond measure, I saw several pens with cows, bulls, pigs and horses grazing and freely ruminating. A large chicken coop stood proudly a few feet from the stables, letting us hear a cacophony of sounds.

He was the Supreme. Supreme and Princess; young man and young woman; children with exceptional backgrounds and great talent that allowed them to disregard everything, were riding their mounts speedily. Their mounts were Red Maned Horses, and they rode them so swiftly that the creatures moved with the speed of the wind. Their blurry figures were all that could be seen as they raced towards the land that every sane person raced away from.

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

When she was done, she headed to the stables to pick a horse. "This is Hurricane, the champion of the last Northon Equestrian Competition. This horse is rambunctious and difficult to tame. No one has been able to tame it after its owner retired from the scene. Given its skill, it can compete on national and even international racecourses, but it's a pity that its owner retired. It isn't willing to cooperate with anyone else. "Many people came, trying to ride it. Some were skillful enough and barely managed to, but the chemistry between horse and rider just wasn't there.

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.