Spirit Stallion 2 Novels & Stories

Ignoring the protest of the staff, Cynthia marched straight toward the back of the stalls, heading for the biggest black stallion known for having the foulest temper in the club. Cynthia shot me a quick wink. She was doing this on purpose. She might not look like it, but her equestrian skills were top-tier. "Care for a race, Robin?" Cynthia swung herself into the saddle and tilted her chin up provocatively. Before Robin could react, she dug her heels into the horse's flanks. The black stallion let out a piercing neigh and charged straight toward the resting area where Robin was standing. "Ah! The horse is in shock! Get out of the way!"

She wasn't trying to impress anyone today. "I’m so glad you came, Willow," Matthew said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I’ve missed my favorite honorary sister." "It’s good to see you too, Matthew." The race began with a thunderous roar of hooves. The crowd was on its feet. The competition narrowed down to two horses: a fiery red stallion named Jordan and a sleek, midnight-black mare named Cage. "Go, Jordan!" Blair screamed, actually on the same side as Willow for once.

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

The stallion is undeterred and races to the opposite fence to try the same tactic, again failing to unseat Lance. After two more attempts with the fence the stallion suddenly stops to catch its breath, I wonder if this is the moment it will give up and wait with bated breath. Suddenly it charges forward once more and when it has picked up some speed it suddenly throws its body to the ground, landing on its side. “Woah!” “Did you see that?!” The men are amazed, and I just keep watching hoping neither is injured.

' Harvey thought gleefully. Mark smiled as he explained, "Number Four is well past its glory days. Number Two is a premium stallion imported from abroad that's worth its weight in gold. I'm afraid you've bet on the wrong horse this time!" "As you've said earlier, Mr. Thatcher—the race isn't over until it's over. Anyone could be the dark horse," Andrew responded confidently. "Dark horse? Sounds more like a dead horse to me," Dexter mocked. "Dr. Lloyd, don't worry if we lose this one," Lauren reassured him. "We've already won twice!"

He stomps the rocky ground with his massive hooves and sparks fly. Laurin, who has now recovered from the fall into the rapids and his near-death experience, gets an idea. He needs to convince the stallion to let him ride him to Indra. If he sits on the Brook Horses back, he can reach into his mind and find his name. Then he can make him serve him. "Whatever you get in reward to kill me, I'll double it." The Brook Horse lowers his head down and looks deep into Laurin's eyes, so deep that he gets dizzy. He can feel himself swaying and about to pass out. The black stallion breaks their eye contact and Laurin regains control.

My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "Miss, please step back!" Davies yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he rushed over. "That's Mr. Blackwood's personal mount! He doesn't let anyo

In one swift motion, I flicked them, and the stallion immediately responded. His powerful front legs lifted from the ground, his hooves rising into the air as he reared beneath me. I held on firmly, keeping myself balanced as the stallion let out a sharp, spirited neigh. The moment his hooves struck the ground again, I leaned forward slightly and urged him onward. The stallion surged into a run. Within seconds, we were speeding away from the grassy grounds, the wind rushing against my face and tugging at my clothes as the scenery blurred around me. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, allowing the stallion to carry me farther from the stables and toward the Luna’s mansion.

Let’s hope she falls in love with me as well. He whistles. “Xavi!” The stallion snorts when it spots Damian, and starts trotting toward him. I move out of the way so they can do their bromance or whatever it’s called between two male species. The mare is led to where I am. She stops a few feet away, looking as hesitant as I feel, despite the stable man’s efforts. I guess that means it’s left for us to bond together or they get another one from the stables.

Her long curly brown hair fell all the way down her back, swaying gently. “That leather looks fucking sinful on you.” Calla frowned deeply. She tried to step around him, keeping Adele close to her side. Brynne moved gracefully to block her path again. His smile turned wicked, playful. “If you lose the trials, come be my breeder again. I’ll treat you so much better than my brother did. We’ll have lots of fun. What do you say?” Anger flashed across Calla’s face. Without hesitation, she slapped him hard across the cheek.