Someday Stables Novels & Stories

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

He takes it and gets off his ass. We both make our way out of the house and down to the stables. “So, tell me, what’s the deal with your neighbors? And was it a good idea giving your word like that?” He looked serious, too serious. I sigh “I honestly don’t know. I know they were having finance issues the last time I was there. They even sold off a few Omegas. Other than that I have no idea.” He looks around and says “Let us hope it's nothing then. Now! Where is this stud I have to see?”

That was how she met Master Finric, stable master of the CloudClaw palace. The stables stood near the palace’s western courtyard. Inside, the smell of fresh hay tinged with a hint of something strange and sweet. A lingering trace of special magic. The horses themselves were massive, towering beasts, each one at least three times the size of ordinary mounts, muscles rippling beneath glossy coats and their hooves echoing like drumbeats on the stone floor. She was just hanging up the harnesses when a clear, soft but commanding voice echoed from the stable entrance. “Finric, the hay supply is dwindling again.”

I spotted a shabby looking motel and asked the doorman if they had a stable. He stared at me, “Been quite some time since a man came in here on a horse,” he remarked, “but yes, we do have a stable, just around the back. I thanked him and left my horse with a stableboy who was only too happy to receive a small tip from me..

If by stables, one meant massive, equine care center. Isabella’s jaw dropped as they stepped inside. What the Grey Wolves called a simple stable housed over fifty horses. “This is incredible.” Layla smiled, following Isabella’s gaze. “I suppose it is.” They walked through the building, the stable hands casting occasional glances their way, but not questioning their presence. Isabella petted several of the horses, stroking their manes as Layla outlined the details of the Grey Wolves’ ranching

"Do you think it's possible to have the company opened before the full moon?" Williams asked me, grazing his hand on the fine breeds that we came to check out at the stables. He had come to inform me ten minutes ago that the fine stallions I ordered to be trained for my upcoming ranch business just arrived. It was one of the best news to be heard today because I have been looking forward to their arrival for weeks now. This is one secret between me and my Beta. My horse business. It was unheard of and can even be considered sacrilege for a King to be involved in the business of common people. Particularly, fickle-minded people like my mother. I will be toasted.

That is half true. At last, George turns away. “The stables need a keeper. Your scent will fit there.” “Yes, Alpha.” Prison is avoided. But the price I must pay is my honor. And I will pay it to remain here. We begin working that same day. The Nightclaw stables are large, filled with war horses and carriages. The smell of damp hay, manure, and iron blends together. Our hands are untied, but guards still watch from a distance.

He snapped and left me in my confused state. “This is not good…” I whimpered and fell flatly on the floor. “This is just too much for me to handle.” I groaned as my stomach made a sound and I held it in tears. “We will be fine,” I murmured, patting my stomach continuously. **** “What’s that sound?” I stood up immediately when I heard a sound coming from outside of the stables. I shivered slightly but still went outside to check what was going on and I sighted the men trying to break into the major stables where the most expensive horses are kept.

Camille answers. “And where would they be returning to?” I ask. “The private stables. Come.” She says. Camille leads me out of the castle. We bypass the main stables, a bustling center of activity with grooms attending to the royal carriages and courtiers' mounts. Instead, she steers me towards a more secluded stable located at the far end of the first stable. This stable was different, made of dark wood, intricately carved with designs of galloping horses and lush vines. The scent of fresh hay and leather greets us as we step inside, mingling with the earthy aroma of the horses.

“Where?” Her eyes glinted. “Home to Moonlit. That’s all I’ll say.” Then she dragged her hand free of my grip, leaving me standing there, with my heart pounding in my ears. …. By the time I reached the stables, my anxiety was threatening to overwhelm me. The stable hands jumped when they saw me…I wasn’t exactly calm anymore. I saddled my black stallion, Storm, ignoring their protests. “My lord, the Alpha said no one was to leave the grounds…”