Spirit Stallion 2 Novels & Stories

Torin warned me. “Yikes!” “Yeah. I think I’ll give you this guy. He’s got a good temperament and is pretty fast,” Torin said as he opened the stall door to a black and white paint. “Does he have a name?” I asked. “Chip,” he told me with a smile. I laughed and said, “makes sense.” He took Chip out of the stall and secured him with a lead rope before walking a little further down to take a large red gelding out of another stall. He was beautiful and so tall.

There had to be at least thirty stalls total all immaculately kept with a variety of different horse breeds poking their heads through open stall doors. A coal black Arabian played with the ends of my hair while I stopped to pet a rust and cream colored Paint. But the most magnificent of all of the beasts in this barn was in the very last stall. Kingston, was an Eighteen hand Gypsy Vanner stallion, with a jet black coat and white dappling on his hind quarters. His mane and tail were snow white with his feathers matching. I stood back as Ronan opened the stall and led the massive horse out. I could tell just by looking at the two there was a long, loving history between the two of them.

“Horses? you have horses?! in your backyard?!” I run forward, leaving him behind as I trudge towards them, “Oh my god! They are real horses!” I laugh. I hear him behind me, “Careful now, Stella here is pregnant but would not stay indoors, we don’t want to spook here.” My heart almost melts, the brown horse was beautiful, and she did look pregnant, she looks up from eating, watches us for a second, before looking back down. He steers me away from Stella, to the other four.

She envisioned Cedric playing the winning hand before an olive-skinned sheikh whose eyes flamed when he lost his horses. Cedric swung his cane low over the grass as he strolled. "Was he angry? The man was livid! But I won fair and square in front of a dozen pairs of eyes. Honestly, foreigners don't know how to play whist. Too much impulse and bravado." A wry smile creased Charles's lips. "I take it he was fond of his horses?" "Fond of their lineage," Cedric clarified. "The mares were both sired by his best stallion, an Arabian called Firestorm. Even I couldn't afford to make an offer to buy them."

Stupidly he believed she would not try the same escape twice but she did landing with a harder thud and turning her ankle. Grimacing Trina pulled herself up and limped for the back of the villa and the stables, she had never been allowed to go near his horses even though she was an excellent rider. They were his prize race horses, worth thousands, he had promised to buy her a horse to ride but like everything else it had been part of his trap. Slipping inside she was astonished at the luxury, these animals were very pampered. Air-conditioning, kept it cool during the hot summer and it had its own heating for the cooler winter months. The horses had state of the art stables with soft clean be

“Well, I changed my mind now. I don’t like it and it is not a nice car, baby,” As we get to the stables, we find a man, handling two horses: a brown stallion and a brown mare. We greet him as we enter; he introduces himself to us and he welcomes us in. “This is Martinis,” He refers to the stallion. “And this is Spirit, and I believe they are rented by you for a night walk? Sergio, and Paula?” “Yes, thank you. I will take it from here, Señor,” Sergio says before the man leaves. I am quite surprised that he planned this for us.

So this was the glowing thing? The moment she lifted her leg up, the stallion noticed this and quickly turned, gaiting away! " Wait!" Anita yelled, stretching her hand. But the stallion had already left. She was disappointed immediately. But she didn't wait and swiftly ran after the stallion. " I won't let you go!" The stallion's gait wasn't that fast, so it didn't take long before Anita caught sight of it again. Luckily, she was on a warrior outfit, so it made her moves to be extremely fast and easy!

"Yes." "There's someone I want you to meet," Adam said with a smile. He whistled loudly, and then I heard a thunderous neigh. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful stallion running towards us. Its coat was shiny black, and its mane looked just as black and silky. As it ran, I could see its muscles flex as it gracefully ran towards us. The stallion stopped running as it reached the fence. I was amazed by its height. As it relaxed, I could see just how defined its muscles were. It nudged its head against Adam, pushing him back slightly.

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

At least if she expected to make it through their intel meeting without her nervous heart pounding out of her chest. Stepping into the stables, she stopped midstride, taking in the sight before her. Rebel gripped the reins of a sable-colored mare as he led her toward a johnson-and-white Appaloosa stallion. The mare wore a chain of yellow daises around her neck that, if Lily had to guess, had been picked and threaded together by the clapping five-year-old beside Rebel. Noah was also with them, holding his sister’s hand with an equally excited grin on his lips, while Bee had taken to huffing cantankerously inside his stall gate. Will, however, was nowhere to be