Slow Horses Novels & Stories

A started scream escapey lips as I fight to balance myself while the horse slowly throts along the palace gardens. Marcus isn't far behind, carefully watching my posture stop the horse. When he notices I've grown comfortable on it, he walks towards me. "I think you're good now. Giddy up!" He yells and the horse takes off in a sprint. I scream, squeezing my eyes shut and tightening my legs against the sides of the horse. "Open your eyes!' I hear Marcus yell behind me and after a moment's hesitation, I crack my eyes open, my grip on the reins still deadly. Slowly but surely, I start to enjoy the ride, chuckling as the horse moves forward. The wind on my face, my hair flying free and the strang

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,”

​​He trailed behind him with an oversized gear bag, constantly holding the thermos and letting Robin take a sip every few minutes. They weren't even trying to hide it anymore? "Ladies, this way." Robin gestured toward the stables and continued politely, "The horses here are very docile. They're perfect for beginners." Cynthia gave him a sideways glance and mocked, "You're so kind, Robin. But where's the fun in docile horses? We should ride a wild one." Ignoring the protest of the staff, Cynthia marched straight toward the back of the stalls, heading for the biggest black stallion known for having the foulest temper in the club.

Sammi declared, “I’m in!” “Are there Were seahorses?” Gunny asked. “I don’t think so,” Jill laughed. “Girl, sit your pregnant ass down and you, you lovely hunk of man meat, get comfortable.” “In other words, he wants to see your muscles,” Jack rolled his eyes. “Is that not what I just said?” “It’s what I heard,” Doc answered, pulling his phone out and aiming the camera at Hadrian. “Whenever you’re ready.” Laughing at the men and her own mate’s strip tease, Electra sat down and kicked her shoes off. As he tossed his jacket towards Jill, Aiden and Allison walked into the room.

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.

“ your name is Bell?” The horse shook his head no. He stood quiet for moment. He walked over to BoldR and tugged on his belt. “Belt?” Cassia asked again. The horse pawed the ground and snorted at the ground. Cassia looked where he pawed. The shape he pawed looked like the letter A. “Belt A?” Cassia pieced the words slowly together. The horse stood quietly again as if to think. He began to look around for bit. He then walked over to the vine hanging from the tree. He nibbled a piece off and it fell to the ground. He picked it up in his mouth and brought it over to the road. He dropped the vine to the ground and began moving it around with his mussel. He picked up his head and stared for a mom

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

He replied with a cheerful smile and led me out of the room. Horse races were a common thing here and Lorak always staked his money on a horse named Hallowell and it never won! He had hopes that someday, Hallowell will finally claim the title of the fastest horse in Silvermoon, but I had a feeling that his bubble might just be bursted yet again.

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.

" 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.