Someday Stables Novels & Stories

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

"The cave system isn't actually under the tanneries anymore. The code is shifting in real-time because of the flood asset. It’s rendering directly beneath the auxiliary stables we just ran out of." Kai Feng let out a low, dangerous growl from deep in his chest, his grip tightening around the handle of the heavy wooden mallet until his knuckles turned bloodless. He couldn't see the digital projection, but his alpha senses were picking up the sudden, unnatural shift in the air pressure around us. The temperature was dropping fast, but it didn't feel like mountain air anymore; it felt like an air-conditioned server room. "The stables are completely gone, foreigner," Kai Feng said, his voice fla

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.

She wondered how Lucas Anderson had achieved such a feat. After a moment of contemplation, Andrea nodded in agreement, saying, "He is truly remarkable." Her attention returned to the children, but soon she asked Housekeeper Win, "Where is he now?" "Sir brought home some horses and has been setting up a stable for them. He's probably there now, tending to them," Housekeeper Win replied. Andrea, surprised by this new revelation, requested to be taken to the stable. They walked the few hundred meters from the main mansion, and as they approached, the sounds of the horses grew louder.

"Do you love her, James? You even had to comfort her when she broke up with Zachary!" She spent the next half hour crying and listing all his recent suspicious behavior until James retreated to his study with a headache. Meanwhile, Westridge Stables, East Coast's largest equestrian center, had opened to the public. The city was plastered with advertisements, and horseback riding there had become a favorite pastime of wealthy young socialites. Mia rushed to Sarah's office after class, clutching an invitation to Westridge Stables. "Sarah, I really want to go riding at Westridge. Will you come with me?"

It isn’t a cake walk either. I led her across the property, past the outer barn, and toward the far pasture where the small stable stood. This one was mine—my space. There were three other stables on the land, shared by my dad, brother, and the rest of the hands, but this was the one I kept separate. Quiet. Just for the ones I trained and trusted. We walked up to the fence, and I whistled once. The sound echoed in the still air. A dark bay stallion trotted up, proud and alert, ears pricking forward like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

“She thought you might enjoy the air today. A ride through the lower forests. The wolves are saddled.” I hesitated only a moment. “Yes,” I said. “I’d like that.” The stables were a world of steam and warm beast. Massive dire-wolves the size of horses pawed the stone floor, their breath clouding in the cold. Nyxara waited beside a sleek black mare, already mounted on a crimson stallion that looked ready to devour the horizon. She raised a brow when she saw me. “Thought you might hide in the chambers all day after last night.”

Nobody wanted to experience that shit again for sure. Nobody said a word as they marched along the outskirts of the pasture and onto the main part of the castle grounds. They continued on their path for a while and then they came to an area that appeared to be a stable of some kind. It was definitely the nicest stable area that Caine and Jason had ever seen. That said a lot, considering that they grew up with that lifestyle, as well as the fact that both of their women went to an equestrian college, and Jason was their trainer. There were some of the most beautiful and functional fences that were ever created outlining the area, and the cross fences to match. There was a riding arena, round

With that, he turned and walked out of the door, leaving both Erdem and me in a state of surprise and curiosity. "Arion?" Erdem muttered aloud, his brows furrowing in confusion. A surge of anticipation washed over us, and without wasting a moment, we hurried towards the backyard. There, tucked away in a secluded corner, stood a small yet enchanting stable. It was there that we laid our eyes on him—the majestic black horse.