Slow Horses Novels & Stories

August's POV This feels so awesome. How come I just rode a big dolphin? Yes, you read it correctly. A freaking huge bottle-nose dolphin. Oh, haven't I identified yet? It's like a horse when it's under the sea and a water horse when it's on the surface. Why do they still call it water horse, when they can call it sea horse? The sea horse is more suitable there than the water horse. But I didn't think too much about it because it was just stressful.

Angela smiled, “Perfect and today, I would like to go horseback riding with you. We can tour the immediate town and the fields around it.” Jenna gulped. She had never been horseback riding before. Angela smiled, “You have never ridden a horse?” Jenna shook her head, “That’s okay. It’s easy. We can take it slow.” She turned to Richard, “Can she ride midnight? I think midnight has the perfect temperament.” King Richard smiled, “Of course, dear. Whatever you want. Midnight is the calmest.”

Rah followed her to help her choose a good horse for her journey. As they entered the stables, almost all the horses became hyper-active and started getting extremely restless in her company. "She is good," Rah pointed at a grey horse. "No..." Mila spoke as she looked at the horse. "Why do werewolves travel on horses, when you know," Rah trailed off. "When we can transform and run as fast or even faster?" Mila laughed. "Well, yeah!" Rah laughed too awkwardly. "This one," Mila spoke as she caressed the muzzle of a greyish-white horse and placed her forehead against his. "Vires Celeritas," she whispered to it and the horse jumped on his hind legs and neighed loudly.

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."

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.”

'Welcome, sir,' 'Uhm, the animals are looking good.' 'Yes, it's their free day.' 'Won't the animals escape? Like those horses are straying away.' I said, pointing to some horses running off. 'Horses have a high sense of loyalty. No matter how far they wander, they will always return to their master, especially when they are treated well.' He replied smilingly. 'And, there are fences around, didn't you pass a gate?' The woman chipped in with a nasty tone, eyeing my outfit with disdain.

If there was one thing this group was good at, it was acting dumb. The others were nervous, but at this point we were all suffering from anxiety and fatigue, and were too exhausted to panic properly. “Ah hope they ain’t psychos too,” muttered Flossie. “It’ll be fine,” said Dudley. “Yeah, fine, fine,” added Maurice. As we got closer, the first thing that became apparent was the difference between the horses. The two pulling the wagon were small and black, shuffling along with heads drooped. The one with the rider was a golden tan colour with a glorious white mane, and cantered along with its head held high. Even from a distance, its movement looked impressive.

“You can’t heal?” Is he asking me if i can heal like any other werewolves or not? I can’t believe he hasn’t heard about the only wolfless girl news in the pack. I thought I made quite the headline last year when people discovered i haven’t shifted yet at the age of 16. “You don’t know?” I asked him in disbelief. “I’m the girl who can’t shift. I mean, i heal faster than human but slower than werewolves.” “I know that. But i didn’t know you’re…” he stopped, seems like he is choosing the most appropriate word to state my circumstances. “fragile.”

She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall. A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, "the colt", as everyone still called him, only sported a twelve-inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Zia entered the stall with Etta, placing a calming hand on the stallion's neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as t

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.