Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

"Do you?" "I don't know. I can't believe it either" Kelvin said. "Did Stella not tell us that one of us will have the book?" Ariana asked. "Isn't that what she said?" Jasmine who had been quiet for a while spoke up. "The spirit is not lying" They stared at her. What does she mean? "What do you mean?" Kelvin asked. "Everything the spirit said is true," she said and they blinked. The spirit had told them the book will fall into the wrong hand no matter how hard they try.

The horses lifted their heads as we passed, some snorting, some flicking their ears. Then one of them — taller than the rest, with a coat as dark as midnight and a mane that shimmered like silk — let out a sharp, ringing sound that echoed through the stable. Silas’s mouth curved. “That’s mine. Isn’t he majestic?” I glanced at the stallion, who was tossing his head with an almost arrogant flair. A quiet smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. “He recognizes you.”

Both of his pupils shined blue, similar to the two thick strands of shiny-blue whiskers spiraling down from both sides of his cheeks. Creed almost pissed his pants after noticing that the creature was glaring back at him from inside the mind palace. This beast was his first mount-type Soul Armas named Cursed Stallion. "What the hell is this creature?" Creed murmured with eyes falling out of their sockets, "Cursed Stallion… In which fucked-up universe does this mutant creature look like a stallion?" Creed was speechless. This beast didn't look like a mount at all, but some kind of terrifying existence that he should not mess with.

Her mere presence simply irritates him. At the stable, they chose a good horses to ride on. Cristel ride with Alec for she doesn't know how to ride a horse. They chose to ride Alec's horse- Thunder Storm. It was a beautiful black stallion and it was the child of Black Tornado and Belle. She remember owning the horse the moment he knew that it was the decendant of Black Tornado. Guess he was that really fascinated to Black Tornado. She don't know why he named him Thunder Storm but the animal fits it's name for it was strong and storm like a thunder. He even hired a personal trainer for the stallion that even he was away from the hacienda, he can make sure he was well taken care of.

Soheila smiled and went to her bed to read the books that she had brought from the library. “Okay, I'll read this thickest book first,” Soheila said while tapping the book's cover. She opened the book and started reading. Minutes had passed, Soheila was devastated when she read the thickest book. The book contains the same topic from the book that Soheila often read. Soheila stopped reading and summon the three spirit beasts to play with just to let the time pass. She didn't summon White Tiger since the three little beasts might found out that a Legendary White Tiger was beside them all along.

“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.”

He is a tan and brown colour with a dark patch on his nose, and highly spirited. As Rayne and I watch he paces the pen constantly looking for a way out, never taking his attention away from those of us on the fence. The first man steps into the pen with his lasso ready and approaches the stallion slowly. The stallion turns to face him and rears up slightly in warning but being experienced with this behaviour the worker keeps his cool and continues.

“You see those hills over there, there’s a meadow just beyond it. It’s lush and green. The mountain calls to you, the woods whisper in the wind. They speak to me, too. I can feel their power calling out to me. If you learn to trust me, and let me saddle you, I’ll take you out there. I’ll let you run as much as you want to run. Life is all about mutual respect and trust. We need to trust each other. You have to trust that I won’t hurt you, and I have to trust that you won’t buck me off. We can be a team, and during the day, I can take you out to the big pasture with the other horses. It’s a better life than the one you had.” Asher sighed, and placed another peppermint on the post. He walked b

She’d already answered five texts, three calls, and at least one semi-coherent voicemail from a witch in Iceland who claimed she saw a “blonde horse goddess galloping through the mist like a sign from Freya.” Isolde and Nalia were curled on the couch like fashionable war generals, their eyes flicking over a shared laptop screen. Tora had taken over the breakfast bar, sorting through a stack of reports like she was still in a war tent. Chelsea sat cross-legged on the floor, mindlinking faster than her fingers could type. Serenya stood near the fire, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She had the air of someone trying not to come undone. Cheyenne paused in her pacing long enough to nod

The stallions were restless, snorting and stomping, tails swishing as though they too felt the storm swirling inside me. I chose Nightfall, a black horse with eyes like shards of obsidian. He reminded me of my wolf. I would have loved to take a run but I wanted to do it with my clothes on this time. He whinnied as if recognizing my mood, and I mounted swiftly, welcoming the surge of power as we broke into a gallop across the wide, open field. From the corner of my vision, a figure on a mare emerged. With an elegant posture, she rode like she had been born in the saddle.