Someday Stables Novels & Stories

She found the smell of warm Kelpies and fresh hay strangely comforting, Duncan’s scent was strong in here too. “I guess he spends most of his time here.” “True Greta, I guess he does.” Greta pushed Jen to follow Duncan’s scent and at the end of it they found an empty stall. This must be the Kelpie she saw Duncan riding out on, she looks at the name plate above the door, ‘Burn’, his Kelpie is called Burn. Jen suddenly remembered why she had come here and it wasn’t to stalk Duncan, she started to look around for the foals, she wandered along the stalls looking at the magnificent creatures, most of them too busy with breakfast to be interested in her. She was halfway along the vast building whe

she finally declares. “Yes,” Vesper says. “It’s clean. Shall we?” “Where are we going?” “The stables,” my brother answers. “You didn’t think I’d keep a crazed werewolf in the house with my precious humans, now did you, Poppet?” “I don’t really know what I was thinking.” The stable hadn’t been used to keep horses for centuries now. My brother converted the stalls into cells to keep wayward vampires, werewolves, and other such beasts.

Two Weeks Later “The man refuses to speak but I think they are planning to attack her again,” Stefan suspected, frowning slightly. Nikaulas didn’t seem as affected by the news as him. His expression was calm and cool as he dismounted Roar, a brown stallion. Stefan was standing some steps away. Currently, they were at his barn. Nikaulas owned a stable full of horses and he liked to spend his free time here. Horse riding was one of his favorite hobbies coming second only to shooting.

The specific comfort of something that did not ask to be managed. The movement outside the keep was in progress. Boots on stone. Low sounds in the yard. Horses are being moved towards the eastern stable. The ordinary sounds of a pack getting itself ready, moving on training and trust, and the particular discipline that Liam had been building into Ironclaw for years. We stayed like that a while.

I freeze against the wall for three full seconds when I hear a door creak int he east corridor of the packhouse, it stops as though it has been caught before footsteps move away and silence comes back. I breathe out. Keep moving. The stables are around the east side of the manor grounds, which means crossing the open courtyard, which is the part of this plan I like least, thirty feet of open stone with no cover and good sightlines from the upper windows. I do it fast, head down, coat dark, and nobody shouts from above. Cobalt is in the third stall. He’s a brown gelding with an attitude problem and an inexplicable fondness for me that developed entirely through bribery, and when I slide the s

“You’ll stay in the barn. You’ll find place in the barn for yourself. Not uncomfortable. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Samnom nodded. “What do I need to do today?” “I’ll ask the lady of the manor,” smiled Lored. “See what she wants doing now that we got some hired help.” “Very well.” Samnom thanked Lored again and then headed into the barn where he found the place Lored had referred to. It was comfortable enough for him. He put down his carry bag and looked around. The barn was filled with the usual tools. There were two stables which he would later learn were for a cow and a horse which had been let out to graze. There were some tools he could use for smith’s work if necessary. He fin

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

Carter loved working with the horses, so he stayed busy. Satan and Midnight were doing well, and for stallions that was saying something. He'd boarded a couple of mares to be bred, and that was happening tomorrow. He'd sent a ranch hand after some supplies earlier when he saw Lauren leave with the baby.

He was always there at this hour, moving through the stables with that quiet efficiency that reminded her of. She stopped that thought before it could finish. The stable door was open. Morning light slanted through in long golden bars. She could hear the soft sounds of horses shifting in their stalls and the rhythmic brush of something being worked over and over. She stepped inside. Edmund was with the grey mare again. Silver. He'd told her the horse's name yesterday. Told her about how Silver had been retired from the royal carriages five years ago and now spent her days being pampered and spoiled.

A normal day at Calloway Cattle Ranch involved nomadic cowhands and ranch hands herding the cows out to new pastures all day, workers that operated the dairy and those that were in charge of animal care and the likes. Most of the ranch hands slept in the ranch bunkhouse, a gentrified redbrick building that sat further up the hill Mentor walked towards the large stable, having handed off his daughter to a trusted worker who was wager to give her a tour. The stable held a total of thirty-four stalls and twenty-nine horses, with seventeen lined on either side of the wide longitudinal walk path.