Spirit And Rain Horses Novels & Stories

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

Thankfully, the path was clear without any large obstacles to slow down or trip the horse. Soon it began to rain. The rain fell down softly at first but soon the droplets got bigger and belong long, it turned into a full-on storm. The rain beat down on us hard and it was difficult to see very far in front of us. “Faster boy!” Ren encouraged his horse to gallop faster. The well-trained horse complied immediately. I could no longer see anything around us. Perhaps our pursuers couldn’t see very well as well. Looking back, I could no longer make out anyone or anything for that matter.

Their blood-red faces broke free from the shackles of the Great Immortal-killing Sage and turned into twisted blood-red rainbows that shot toward Caspian. As they flew over, they laughed wildly, gritted their teeth, and cursed angrily, releasing the most vicious curse in the world. At that moment, Caspian was fully focused on fending off the blades of the sword radiance. He had no time to care about these Archean Fierce Spirits. All of a sudden, these countless Archean Fierce Spirits seemed to have found an opportunity to rush toward Caspian recklessly. The blood-red light was like a heavy rain of blood in the sky.

This world is different, far away from what I expected. We finally arrived at Sennone. The city of Mythion where Natalia's palace is also located. I can already see the airships of Mythion. Also waiting below are strange horses and carriages. The first thing I noticed was the sky-blue horses. Their hair looked like sparkling crystals. I couldn't take my eyes off the horses I had just seen in my entire life. They are even more beautiful than unicorns! "They are winter stallions," Elijah said suddenly and I didn't realize he was right behind me.

I can’t decide between kicking him or screaming in frustration. And then he can be so sweet as well. And these two sides of him trouble me. “We’re here,” Damien’s voice breaches my deepest thoughts. “You can stop day dreaming now.” “I wasn’t-” my voice gets stuck in my throat as I see where I’m standing. It’s a vast field, filled with horses. But they’re not normal horses. They have wings. They’re skin is luminescent shade, making them shimmer under the night sky as they graze happily.

All those years of being trained in my pack won’t be wasted. The full moon peeks down at us through dark storm clouds, under the canopies of twisting trees that are short enough to brush the top of our heads as we ride atop these horses. The cold wind rustles the leaves, and if you listen close enough they almost sound like whispers of the tree souls. “Seems like it’s going to rain, Your Highness. We shall return as soon as possible,” a beta guard voices out, inching closer on his own horse. Ruelle scoffs, sparing a single glance at the clouds above before declaring, “If it rains, we shall dance under it, Fredrick.”

With a deep sigh, she finally spoke. “Sister will follow, brother.” Sister Song said and headed toward the horses hidden in the tall brush. When they arrived before the horses, Blake could only blink and rub his eyes to make sure what he saw was believed. The animals were beautiful, white, and had long hair for their manes and tails, a fine specimen of a horse. The only thing that differed was a long spiraling horn on their foreheads. “Unicorns?” Blake called out in disbelief at what he was seeing.

Her chin was proud and her eyes were lively and bright. What a chatterbox. Tori was just smiling at Akasha who did not give her a reprieve to answer back. Tori simply glanced at her surrounding. Chieftain Keiran Arin was busy giving instructions to the newly arrived Arin tribe warriors. She could also see the extra three sturdy horses. After a split second, realization dawned upon Tori when she finally remembered where she had seen such familiar elegant horses of a warrior. Are they Andalusian horses? I've seen them at NatGeo during my past life as Talia. Wow.

She wanted to believe Walt was right, but she wasn’t as able to just swallow her doubts and believe the way her friends apparently were able to. Closing her eyes, Rain reached out into the universe, trying to see if she could sense Adam. Was he still out there? Or had he crossed the Bridge, or whatever it was that carried a person from this existence to the beyond? Even with her eyes closed tightly and all of her concentration on the picture of his face in her mind, nothing came through. It didn’t surprise her; she’d never believed in religion or spirituality the way some people did. She thought about the Bible story that had led Adam to choose his name and the others that people like Esther