Spirit Stallion 2 Novels & Stories

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.

Commotion suddenly erupted near the racetrack. A dark horse blurred past at a gallop, its rider clad in professional equestrian gear moving with feral, razor-sharp precision. He hauled the stallion to an abrupt halt less than three meters from us; the black horse reared with a shrill whinny, splattering mud into Miller’s champagne flute. It was Caspian. He swung off the horse in a fluid flash of motion, ignoring Miller entirely to stride straight toward me. Sweat beaded his forehead, his eyes swirling with an unreadable emotion.

Xenia nodded sadly. “How did you fall?” Renai asked again. Xenia pointed at a stallion. “This stupid horse s…scared me,” Xenia scowled. She curtly stared at the stallion, picked a pebble and threw it in its direction. The luminous horse neighed and jumped when the pebble hit it. Renai’s eyes widened as it stepped back and got rash. The stallion bridle was untied, it neighed again and dashed toward them at full speed. Before anything could make sense to her, she pulled Xenia behind her and closed her eyes when it reached the door.

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

Her mere presence simply irritates him. At the stable, they chose a good horses to ride on. Cristel ride with Alec for she doesn't know how to ride a horse. They chose to ride Alec's horse- Thunder Storm. It was a beautiful black stallion and it was the child of Black Tornado and Belle. She remember owning the horse the moment he knew that it was the decendant of Black Tornado. Guess he was that really fascinated to Black Tornado. She don't know why he named him Thunder Storm but the animal fits it's name for it was strong and storm like a thunder. He even hired a personal trainer for the stallion that even he was away from the hacienda, he can make sure he was well taken care of.

he pressed against his neck with his other hand. “Hey ... Joey ... I’m just doing what I was told ... okay ... they told me to sell it, so I did, and it’s good sales, man, I’m not gonna lie ... they say it’s premium stuff, better than Matteo’s,” he raised dismissive hands. “Who?” Joey’s eyes pierced into his. The guy was quiet. “Who told you to sell these?” he repeated. “I ... I don’t know ... man ...” A hard punch landed on Sling’s stomach. He hunched forward and stifled a grunt.

He was still prowling towards the lake while he wondered what she was doing by the lake, why did she have to go so far? Antara and Palmer made themselves comfortable on separate branches. They watched, from an impressive height, and cooed at the wolves that found their mate. "Oh dear mate," Antara chirped, "where are you, I'm waiting!" Palmer chuckled, then heard the sound of paws approaching, she looked down at the big brown wolf that was approaching. Then she perceived it, she felt it, she snapped up her eyes to meet Antara's, "Oh my God," was all she could say, she couldn't be giddier. Suddenly, he looked up at her and she couldn't stop herself from jumping down from the tree.

This unforgettable journey left an indelible mark on Vicky's memories, and he would always treasure it in his heart. Crystal Marbles: The crystal marbles, with their swirling patterns and vibrant hues, seemed to hold a magic that captivated Vicky and his friends. They'd spend hours playing, the marbles clicking and clattering on the ground, as they imagined themselves in dogfights and aerial stunts. Vicky's collection, meticulously curated, was a testament to his fascination with the skies. The postal stamps, featuring planes from around the world, and the portraits of sleek jets, fueled his desire to soar through the clouds.

TEMPEST A horse’s whinny rang out, hooves pounding the planks of the empty stable. I stayed outside in the early-morning chill, watching the indomitable man ride out on the stallion. Straight-backed, a sexy half smile ghosting over cool lips, his hand tight on the reins like they belonged to him. The midnight stallion crow-hopped in front of me and Mr. Whitlock swung down. His boots planted firmly in the grass. “You… you can ride already…” My voice came out breathless.

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.