Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

I was going to end it. The clearing was full of wolves and horses. The air smelled of excitement and the metallic tang of weapons. Kael was at the center of it all, sitting atop his massive black stallion, Storm. Storm was a beast of a horse, a legendary creature that Kael prized above everything else. He looked like a king, his eyes scanning the crowd with a restless energy. When I stepped into the light, the whispers died instantly. Seraphina was standing next to Kael’s horse, her hand on his thigh. When she saw me, her face went the color of curdled milk. She stared at me, her eyes darting to the green silk that should have been melting my skin.

“If you can't do this, then it's perfectly okay to step down from the competition. I will love you either way.” “Nah, trust me, babe. What's a horse ride I can't do?” He took deep breaths, eyes forward as they raised the flag. The three men sprinted right forward, and for a few minutes, it looked like he was actually getting used to it. The stallion he rode looked like it understood that Easton wasn't much of a rider, until everything turned sour.

"Hey, it's not my fault that they're all gorgeous, half-naked, sweaty, and perfectly build to be gazed upon." "Any moment now, we're waiting for the dollar bill to rain," Danny joked knowing we always tease them for flaunting their bodies to our eyes. "Dude, never sells yourself short, I think she has a twenty somewhere in her pocket. Gemma, how are you? I'd like to hug you but I stink." Jack, the oldest of the three walked after releasing the rope attached to the horse halters and let the stallion graze with the rest of the horse.

Their over friendliness makes the hairs on my neck stand up. But then I see who is behind them and I feel a cold chill spread down my spine, Prince Lance Stallion. We never got along, because he was always chasing after every princess he could see and when he didn't get his way, he could be very unpleasant. He has a slim figure and lean musculature, likely due to working with and riding horses from a young age, but there is power in him too. He is a similar height to Drake but is actually slightly shorter.

I promised my wolf I would make it up to him. Saddling up my horse, a black stallion called Demon, I gave him free reign. Feeling the wind in my face, the scent of horse and earth in my nostrils was almost as freeing as letting my wolf free. Which I couldn’t precisely do with everyone around me. This was the next best thing. Demon was a beautiful beast, wild and spirited, not bending to anyone’s will but mine. He was all mine, like Darina will be soon.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

"Understood, Warlord." Feeling a deep wave of embarrassment wash over my system, I force my inner wolf to reclaim its royal composure. My fingers smooth down the stray strands of my dark hair, acting as if my technical failure had never occurred before I tilt my chin up to command Tobin to accelerate our pace toward the medical lifts.

Some of us learn and be careful in facing the next challenges, but most of us repeat some blunders and repent. Vicky wanted to help that family when no one was ready to speak about them. "Why you are supporting that family even though they have snatched everything from you?" All of them got ready to search the whole woods for the lost horse. It was only Vicky who stood his point of view. Vicky was with his uncle in search of his lost horse in the woods. "Where it could be?" By the evening, they found the horse and returned home. His uncle did not believe that Vicky was a great help to him. He did not want to share the property that genuinely belonged to Vicky.

she smiled. Joel watched her with narrowed eyes. “Alright. What do you want? What can I give you?” he asked. Aaron was curious to see what she would ask. “A stallion.” “A stallion?” He frowned. “Yes. A strong healthy black stallion.” “Oh…” he nodded with a smirk. “Why a stallion? They are more….” “Difficult? Aggressive? I heard that. I don’t mind. Dealing with difficult creatures is becoming my specialty.”

The disorder in stallions brain means that it will take a long time for Laurin to find what he is looking for – the Brook Horse name. Laurin moves forward. He lights the magic flame and let it sparkle between his fingers. The bright blue light leads him in the right direction, as he turns over every stone and reads every inscription. He uses his sword to carves his way through dried seaweed and old bottom sludge that fills his nostrils with the stank of rotten eggs. Laurin knows that the longer he spends in the horse's brain, the harder it will be for him to find his way out of his consciousness. And he must not get lost, or he risks being trapped in there forever.