Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”

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.

he replied. His handsome face showed disappointment. They started walking towards the stable in silence. As they climbed out of the secret room into the blinding sunlight. Toshani suddenly asked. "Rudra do you enjoy riding?" "Yes, I love it." "Would you like to go riding with me sometime? We have wonderful stallions." He grinned at her. "I would like that very much." His face beamed with excitement. "Great! Now let us find out if your brother won." She grinned back at him.

My wolf perked his ears forward, his golden eyes scanning each horse with mild approval. They’re calm tonight, he noted, his voice low and content. Good. At the far end stood Storm, a sleek black stallion with a thick mane and a white blaze running down his long nose. He lifted his head when he saw us, ears flicking forward, and stamped his hooves softly on the straw-covered ground. Henry let go of my hand and ran forward, his little feet thudding against the wooden floor. He stopped just short of the stall door, gripping the wood with his tiny fingers. “Hi, Storm,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

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

Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly. "Ah—Connor, I'm scared!" "Don't be. I'll teach you." Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline. The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back. The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…

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.

Until I managed to be right in front of him and caressed his head, among the crowd there was silence and noises of surprise to see how I had been able to calm the untamed horse. As I caressed him and looked into his eyes, I could not help but compare my character with that of this beautiful stallion, "You know pretty, no one understands you better than me, we are two free spirits that you always want to bend, but I promise you that no one will do it with you, as they will never do it with me". I gave him a kiss and very slowly I approached his back and jumped on him, he jumped a few times trying to resist, but I grabbed him hard by his hair and he gave up, "Thank you pretty boy, that's it, h

He left her standing in the dim light before a large stall. “The Scythian orders you to wait here.” Where did he think she’d go? She had nowhere to run, not in her weak state. Ten more steps and she’d collapse. A strong smell of hay and manure wafted on the warm breeze. Her stomach churned, and she knew she’d soon be sick. Her entire back throbbed, the pain spreading under her ribs. Scuffling in the stall had her turning, and a huge black head emerged from the shadows. A stallion loomed above her. Its eyes—almost red in the afternoon light—rolled as it snorted. Lizzy stumbled back.