روايات وقصص ضمن Spirit And Rain Horses

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

“So glad you returned. I don’t know what I would have told Nixx if something had happened to you.” King Rhobart studied Spirit’s saddle. “So, this is Spirit. Let me guess, Nixx is the owner of this horse.” Ayla nodded. “Nixx gave Spirit to me. I already lost a lot of time, and Nixx broke a very important vow to help. Now it is my turn to help him. Are you coming or staying?” she asked. “T’xoria. You are in no condition to ride right now. You need food and rest.”

HOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLLL…!!!!! My howl echoed then followed by Destine who was Sabrina’s wolf. Yes, Sabrina apparently has powers blessed by the moon Goddess herself, her wolf is a white wolf only known to be possessed by the moon Goddess herself, no one else is heard to have her and I, with my own eyes see her and she is my mate. Is this a blessing from you moon Goddess? An answer or a favor for me who has spent all this time alone and sad?

The sense that he’d bemissing out was stronger than ever. Wonderful winged horses were flying through Erin’s mind as she quickly negotiated her way to the ladies’ room—five of them: white, grey, chestnut, dark brown and black, with beautifully coloured wings, like butterflies. The Mythical horses of…of…Mirrima. That sounded right. They were going to make a marvellous, magical story.

A man cried but fell over when he bumped into our horse. “What’s happening in there? Tell me the details,” Cavroz asked the man with the sound of authority. “The-the-there are wild ‘spirits’ sir! They’re attacking our village!” Without any second thoughts, Cavroz stimulated the horse to move. “Hiya!” His rough voice resounded in my ears. I think he might have forgotten about me.

By the time we wandered to the stables I was just grateful for the fresh air. “Ever been on a horse honey,” Draven asked. Been on a horse? I’d never even seen one in person. But I was totally in awe and it was completely magnificent. My horse’s name was Spirit and she was pure midnight black. I stroked her face and I could almost swear she smiled at me. “Nope, never ridden a horse,” I said, desperately wanting to adjust the butt part of the super tight pants I had on. But that was the least of my issues.

Her figure was full and curvy, and every step made her skirt lift and fall again. My eyes never left her hips. I kept hoping I'd catch a glimpse of her panties. I wondered what kind a girl this cute liked to wear. "Connor, is riding a horse fun? I've seen them a few times before, but they're so tall. I was afraid they'd kick me, so I never dared to try." She suddenly turned back, clearly waiting for my answer. "Of course it's fun. When it runs, the feeling is amazing. I'll teach you in a bit."

Sheridan stands beside him, her bare skin glowing in a fancy leather harness, swaying a little with excitement. Trey finishes and turns towards her. He snaps his fingers and she falls to her knees, gazing up at her mate. I don’t need to see her face to know that her eyes are shining. Trey’s face softens as he looks down at her. Another couple stealing a moment before they engage in the complicated mating dance of submission and dominance. I’ve seen it a million times before, but somehow it’s not as grotesque on shifters. That still doesn’t mean I get it. I climb the rest of the stairs and hit the door with my fist to escape.

The power each strike held was exponentially greater than the last… The battle raged on, with Zephyr collecting more and more spirit gems. In total, he managed to collect about ten more of them. Regardless, he continued to fight on, killing and devouring all before him. Zephyr’s spirit had become ever more potent with each gem he consumed. It felt as though his spiritual energy was spilling out of him. Zephyr’s sword grew in strength too, it flashed silver-white shades as it cut down upon the riders mercilessly. Each strike felt like a great river that was crashing down upon the Horsemen with reckless abandon…