Someday Stables Novels & Stories

“I’m not worried about the poop.” I know what she means. I just refuse to say it out loud. The stables are on the edge of the compound, near training fields. The smell hits like a wall, hay, sweat, manure, damp wood. A stablemaster, broad, shouldered and unimpressed, hands me gloves and a shovel without introducing himself. “You’re late,” he grunts. “I was assigned ten minutes ago,” I reply automatically. He gives me a look that says princesses don’t last here. “Stall row three. Don’t leave a mess.”

“Then help me with the horses. Learn something new. Who knows — maybe you’ll find out you’re good at it.” I looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. You’ve got yourself an assistant.” “Good man,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. “Come on then. You can help with the trailer.” We walked toward the stables together, the morning air cool and filled with the soft sounds of hooves shifting in straw. Jack started talking about the studs — their temperaments, their bloodlines, their value — and though I’d never cared much for livestock, I found myself genuinely interested.

He was helping her trace the location of a couple - Luciana and Alessandro de Santis. I passed by the entrance at the back of the estate because I was too tired to drive all the way to the front. I stopped the car beside the stable and dropped out. The St Clair owned one of the largest farms in the whole state and grew a lot of high profit crops. The stable contained some of the finest and most expensive horses in the whole of Italy.

The stables were nestled at the far edge of the palace grounds, where wild flowers met the forest, and the scent of hay, sweat, and horses lingered thick in the air. Athena entered the stables, with a broom in her hand. She had never worked here before. The horses were enormous. Powerful war beast. Bred for royalty. Most were wild blooded, trained only by Elite handlers. Her eyes landed on one in particular—a black stallion, his coat gleaming like midnight silk. He stood apart from the others, nostrils flaring, eyes proud and watchful. They called his Onyx. And he belonged to the prince. He had been with the prince ever since he was little. They had a strong connection. The prince took him t

I know he doesn't want me but must he be so rude and curt? The stench of dung is smoldering as I step into the stable. The air is thick and heavy, and quite hotter than outside. The stable is divided into various pens which holds the graceful animals. A young groom about my age greets us with a bow or rather he greets Kyan and avoids looking at me.

Nostalgia welled up inside me and I tried to hold back my emotions, reminding myself of the plan at hand. His eyes softened with understanding. “Your father's old spot is still open, dear. And that feisty mare you used to love? She had a filly last spring. She’s got her mother's spirit. Hers name’s Fudge.” Perfect. Everything was falling into place. “Just stay clear of the south course,” he warned as he led us to the stables. “That's where they're setting up for the charity event.” “Wouldn't dream of interfering,” I assured him, even though that was exactly where we'd end up.

Tenac asked. “I would love to” “Okay, come along, he’s in another stable” Tenac told her and lead her outside. “These two stables” Tenac said, pointing at the one they just exited and the one next to it. “They hold the general horses. Any rider or aari can use them after letting the stable master know. The two stables over there” he said pointing at two stables that stood at a nighty degree angle of each other. “Are where the horses that are owned by a rider are” he continued. “The last stable over there is for the horses owned by aari. Not many aari have horses, they mostly use the communal ones” he finished as they walked into one of the stables holding riders’s horses. “This is Addon” Ten

There were more members here than at the Sea Witch Coven by the sounds of it, and possibly even more than what the Timber Coven had. We quickly found the stables and dismounted from our horses as two boys came to take them to rest in some stalls with grain and water. I turned to Ember and took her hand while making sure not to step on Bastet’s tail as he sat in the middle of the road right in the way while yawning.

CORA At the stables the next day, everywhere felt tensed as the stable hands set up the Dreadbeasts. These creatures were massive, their dark coats glistening under the morning sun. The journey back to the pack grounds was starting, and I could see two carriages being prepared for the trip.

I smile to myself , happy that I will be able to look at this place whenever I want. I turn around swiftly , beginning the rest of my journey towards the stables. After a few miles , I see the stables coming in to my view. At first , the stables look small as small as a servants room however , as I step closer and closer towards it it seems to get larger and larger by size. I am a few feet away from it , and instead of entering it I just stare at it in awe. It is massive compared to the stables I had back at home – I take a deep breath and smell the fresh woody smell that radiates from the chocolate coloured wood. It feels comfortable and cozy here – I can tell that I will be spending most o