Spirit Stallion 2 Novels & Stories

Aidan casually greeted some of them with small nods while Malikha continued staring around in amazement. Just how rich is this man, exactly? Malikha wondered silently. Aidan eventually brought her inside one of the stables and stopped in front of a magnificent black stallion. “This is Dante,” Aidan said proudly. “I bought him three years ago from an auction.” Malikha’s eyes sparkled instantly. The horse was breathtaking. His black coat gleamed beautifully under the stable lights, and his strong posture made him look both elegant and intimidating. Malikha slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch him. Normally, Dante only obeyed Aidan and rarely allowed strangers near him. But the moment

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

Eric looked at her with a playful smirk. She froze for a second, then approached Eric and said, "Come on, handsome. You're not that heartless, are you? Just tell me what you want as payment." Eric stared at her, grabbed a handful of her behind, and whispered, "What do you think?" She let out a playful squeal and pulled him toward the tiny room in the RV. Soon enough, the RV was filled with moaning. I swallowed hard and glanced at Ginny beside me, feeling my heart racing uncontrollably.

Darius hissed through gritted teeth, “What do you want, Adrian? You could’ve filed this already. Why are you here?” I smiled, a slow, humorless smile that made him squirm. “I want what’s mine. You’re going to make a public statement acknowledging that Steele Enterprises is the rightful owner of this project. Spin it however you want... blame your staff, admit your theft.. I don’t give a damn. Just make it clear that this project belongs to me.” “And if I don’t?” he challenged weakly, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

by the machines. "You are a mistake, Elena Sterling," the man said. He pulled a long, silver whip from his belt. The whip crackled with red electricity. "The Spark died a hundred years ago. You are just a ghost." "Then I guess I’m going to haunt you," I said. The whip lashed out. I moved to the left, but the electricity was so strong it jumped the gap and hit my shoulder. I gasped, falling to one knee. The red energy felt like thousands of needles stabbing my nerves. It was trying to overwrite my Spark.

The stallion responded instantly, building raw velocity with every continuous stride. I leaned my upper body forward, my thighs gripping his muscular sides with deep memory, feeling the exhilarating, raw power of the beast churning beneath my seat. By the ancestors, my inner wolf had starved for this exact feeling—the pure speed, the absolute autonomy, the rush of navigating a territory at full tilt. Once Patch's athletic metrics were fully satisfied, Sebastian guided a gorgeous chestnut mare out from the primary training paddock. "Grandmother recently integrated her into the estate line," he explained, keeping his distance careful and respectful. "An exceptionally gentle temperament. Perfec

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

I yelled out in hopes that my lazy wolf could hear me. There was a yip as Custard emerged from the river and ran alongside Cloud as they played together. I bit my upper lips as my eyes rolled to where the princes were and saw them giving me looks of disapproval. I pointed to Cloud and Custard. “Is it too late if I disown them?” I suggested with a smile. Midnight - PRINCE Ace’s stallion - let out a lout and annoyed snort as it went away to dry itself under the sun. It even has the gal to look back and seemingly point a glare at Cloud.

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”