Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

I murmured. I pictured a stallion—strong, graceful, untouchable. The sphere rippled, stretching and unfolding into an elegant mane, long legs, and a proud head. The creature stepped forward, its hooves brushing the ground without a sound. But this time, something was different. Its glow wasn’t steady—it flickered, unsteady, like it was struggling to stay together. “Good,” Phineas said, watching closely. “Now hold it. Keep your will steady.” The stallion faltered, its outline blurring as if the air itself was tugging it apart. Sweat beaded at my temple as I clenched my fist, focusing, forcing the light to obey.

Stacia laughs, and for a moment I wonder if my brother’s crazy is rubbing off on her. Brax sputters, “You’re joking?” But before his mother can respond, the pack of wolves bow low to the ground as a massive black stallion bursts through the brush, scattering leaves and forest magic in equal measure. It’s rider stands balanced on the saddle, grinning like a maniac who hasn’t slept in close to a decade, and if the memories of my childhood serves as evidence, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were true.

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.

"And never show up on my territory again. It won't end well Gorah." Now Gorah had planned this meeting as an ambush, an ambush that will scare Jason into freeing Timon and Zack but it didn't go as planned obviously. And that fact was the main reason he decided to back down. Without a word, he shifted. His black wolf surprisingly hefty considering his size in human form. Nodding at Roy, the both turned and sped off, disappearing from sight.

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

Every step was taking them away from her friends, the only ones who might be able to save her from this awful choice of hers. "You didn't think that I lived in that old shack, did you? I live wherever I want, and right now I'm taking you straight to my throne so we can talk." Death smirked. "I hope you don't give me what I want though, it's more fun when I hear screams and begs." "Throne?" Holly frowned. "I don't understand. Why would you have a throne? You're one of the four horsemen," she looked around. "Without a horse."

“Be kind to her.” The stallions regarded her with wary eyes, their ears flicking back. Penelope hesitated, unsure of what to do until Thanion nudged her gently forward. Tentatively, she reached out to Nyx, her hand trembling slightly. The stallion’s tension melted as her palm brushed his muzzle, and he let out a soft huff, nuzzling her hand. The other two followed suit, their suspicion replaced by a strange, quiet acceptance.

Spending one more time in that place would have made Titan take over and rip them into pieces. Titan howls in my head at the betrayal of it all. He does not use words. It is a pure, keening sound of agony, the sound of a wolf who has hurt its mate. He had mourned the absence of our mate for weeks, had mourned our broken bond, but nothing had broken him more than knowing that his instinct had always been right. He had never liked Roxy, not once. Titan had played a crucial role in ensuring that Roxy and I never got intimate during my marriage to Rhea. I admit there were times I almost crossed those lines, but Titan would howl, growl, and gnash so fiercely that I would get so frustrated and ret

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.

And the girl who issued it — the ghost I couldn’t find — felt closer with every breath. I began to pace like the stallion, wondering what I should do next. Perhaps it would be wiser to wait it out a bit more. I began to walk away. But then suddenly, a sharp metallic clang cracked through the air, followed by shouting. Everyone froze. “Stormrunner’s loose!” someone yelled. My stomach dropped. Across the field, the massive black stallion tore through the open pasture — mane flying, muscles coiled in fury, eyes wild with fire. Stormrunner wasn’t just any horse.