Someday Stables Novels & Stories

Sophia went to the stables which was a place that no matter where you went or on any farm or ranch was always the same. The layout might be slightly different but the day to day activities in it was the same. Sophia knew exactly what to do without being told where anything was. She smiled to herself and then began collecting the buckets from the stalls and then filling them up with either water or feed. She could see the ones that they had the more specialized diets for and though she didn’t know exactly what it was she could guess.

The guard finally waves them in and the three flood inside. The outer village of the lord’s castle is named Sanctuary. This is the spot where the humble and the lower-class dwells. Buildings and houses are made up of oak and cedar wood which gives a scent that coats all who call this place home warm smell. That same lingering smell mixes with the fresh food that is made by the magnitude of vendors. Fresh bread, cooked meats, and raw meats just to name a few food stalls. Near the entrance of the village rest the stabiles that are nearly full of the dark seeded horses. There are only three spots remaining between the other beast that is there. Scar and his two followers dismount from their ho

Maybe staying too close to him is going to be dangerous for me. With his promise, I was already looking forward to tomorrow. I didn’t remember the last time when I sincerely looked forward to tomorrow. It wasn’t common in the life that I lived for me to have something to look forward to. Maybe things will change for the better from now on. … Several days passed by eventfully like this with me meeting up with him at the stables. I didn’t slack off completely from my work and made sure that I worked on cleaning the stables. The one who seemed to be doing anything but work was the man himself.

Storm’s pov "So, you’re expected to clean the fucking stables. Or is that beneath an alpha?" Cyrus said, winking at me. "Klootzak," I muttered under my breath and went to work. I hadn’t seen animals like this. I thought I would be taken to a meat farm. We had several farms where we raised cattle or grew crops. But the only purpose of this farm seemed to be to take care of animals. Cyrus talked about them like they were his pets; he had even given each of them a name. Fucking weird names.

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

The presence of an unknown wolf wandering through my family’s compound unsettled me far more than Corwin’s subtle threats. I kept my back pressed against the outer wall as I cleared the stone archway, slipping through the rear courtyard toward the timber stables. The night air bit at my face, carrying the scent of damp hay and horse sweat from the open stall doors ahead. Inside the dark stable, a single lantern flickered against the wooden beams, casting long, swaying shadows across the dirt floor. My black stallion stood in the center aisle, already saddled and bridle-fitted exactly as Corwin had promised hours earlier.

The sky above the villa had turned a pale shade of blue, signaling that afternoon was slowly giving in to evening. I stood by the tall white wooden fence, watching a row of horses in the stone stables at the east end of the property. Chestnut brown. Snow white. Midnight black. The stable’s ceiling arched high, with wrought iron chandeliers hanging from beams like we were standing inside some forgotten ballroom in a fantasy novel. Only, there was no prince here. Just a predator standing a few paces behind me.

"Move." Kai Feng didn't argue. He took a massive breath, his chest expanding against my legs, and shoved his way through the final exit of the flue. The wood gave way with a loud, splintering crash as we tumbled out onto the wet, pine-scented floorboards of the lower paddock row. The stables were a total disaster zone. The roof was half-gone, letting in the red, smoky glare of the burning palace above, and the black river water was already rushing down the center aisle like a wild creek, making the horses scream in their stalls.

The horse was in the east stable, which the vanguard had not yet reached. Kael had known it would be there because the novel had mentioned, in a detail that served no narrative purpose whatsoever, that the Dreadmourne estate's east stable housed three horses kept for messenger use rather than the main cavalry stock. Messenger horses were stabled separately, fed on a different schedule, and maintained by the groundskeeper rather than the head groom, which meant they had been cared for as recently as yesterday morning and would be in reasonable condition regardless of what had happened to everything else.

"Ronan, come on I can't let you stay like this, you've had too much to drink!" "Your friend gives me, a foot in the ass and I who drank too much! Do you know what day it is today? Then let me drink dope." Ana, felt what he was feeling and asked for help, called Ana's father asking him to solve Ronan's situation, because he was really bad and didn't want help. As soon as Ana's father arrived he saw Ronan in that state and helped him, he didn't want to go to his house and accepted to go to Ana's house.