Spirit Stallion 2 Novels & Stories

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

I never would have thought to do that. Me- Anti-aircraft training. Tellie is actually pretty good. (Tellie smiles, peacocking her shoulders.) Stone- Wait, you all train wolves to bite tires? Me- Shred them in motion, yeah. Stone- Can I keep these guys? They are unmated and fearless. Me- Yeah, who do you have? Stone- Lex, Joey, Cleveland, George and Danny. Tellie- No, send Danny home. How the hell did he get sent?

"The handlers plan to completely retire that old beast to the back pasture this very season. This total idiot stray is definitely going to lose all his coins this time." Noah smiles smoothly, his voice carrying across the bench as he explains to Lydia, "Number Four is well past its glory days in the arena, my dear. Number Two is a premium stallion imported directly from the northern packlands that is worth its absolute weight in pure gold. I am highly afraid your young friend has bet on the wrong beast today." "As your own tongue stated just a moment ago to the crowd, Elder Raeken, the race is never truly over until the beast crosses the line," my mouth responds completely confidently. "Anyo

He's doing really well. I don't know why, I'm sure he will continue to follow me without causing any problems. I only have to drown in his steel blue gaze to tell myself that everything is going to be fine. So I take a deep breath into his fur, smiling against his skin, not even trying to get him to stay here. This dog is an anti-stress on legs, knowing that he follows me like my shadow makes me more serene. It's as if Carlos and his men couldn't reach me anymore thanks to him.

No longer stifled by ghosts that haunted me. Timidly, I opened the stable door. Pepper kept looking at me. Deep into my soul. I smiled and held up a palm for her. She stepped forward, sniffing it a few times before bowing her head slightly. Maverick handed over the halter and I quickly tugged it over her head. Where was the hot streak now? We lead her to the opening of the stables. Soon enough, Maverick had picked his horse for the day. A black colt with tufts of fur on his hooves. Hair more graceful than my own.

He said. I did what he said and Apple came nearer so I stroked his mane. "How old is he?" I asked while stroking his mane. "He's eight." Wow....he's big. I then went to the three horses. "That's Sasa, Storm, and Blaze. Blaze is Stella's. Sasa is Storm's mother." Oh that's why they look a bit alike. I stroked each of them and I liked Storm. Marc gave me carrots to feed him and the others.

I raised my brow in wonder wondering if I had heard wrong but sure enough, two horses burst out of the corner Jamil had disappeared to. The horses pulled to a stop before me and raised their front legs, neighing impatiently as they blew hot air out of their noses. One was a brown mare with white spots while the other was a glossy black stallion. "Hop on!" Jamil grinned, extending the reins of the mare from atop the black stallion which neighed, raising its hooves even higher than it had the first time. "Horses!" I muttered silently, unable to believe my eyes. "You are not scared of horses, are you?" Jamil questioned, his brows furrowing when I would not collect the reins.

I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the other royal warriors to inspect it. “Your highness, it's the spy we sent. She's back!” John muttered as he checked the carriage. “What do you have here….Back so soon… Jane!” I walked toward the horse. It stood still as I approached. It was a rare breed, unlike ours—this black stallion was three times bigger, more muscular, and it had a savage look in its eyes. But it made no sound, almost like it's following a strict order. It looked like a machine made to kill but I would easily end it's life with my ring.

She looked ahead, refusing to give him the pleasure of rattling her. Soon, they came upon the edge of the southern wall. And there, beneath the quiet spread of the ancient tree, stood two horses. One was tall and obsidian-black, eyes gleaming like coals in the dusk. Thunder, she knew. Samarth’s beast of war. But the other— Her heart leapt. Her breath caught. “Cyclone!” she cried softly, rushing toward the white stallion. His coat was the color of moonlight on snow, his mane thick and curling like a silken waterfall. He lifted his head and neighed, nostrils flaring, hooves scraping the stone as she ran to him.

She uses the saddle horn to keep herself steady and let the horse do its thing without getting in the way. So, Stacy heads to the second barrel and let’s go of the horn to use both hands. She does the same thing for the second and third barrels. Once she's around the third barrel, she keeps one hand on the reins and grabs her spanker with the other. I notice she holds it short and moves it from right to left with an over-under motion, not hitting the horse but tapping the saddle leather. Her run was smooth, and she got a time of 17.234, which is currently in second place in the 2D.