Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

By the time we wandered to the stables I was just grateful for the fresh air. “Ever been on a horse honey,” Draven asked. Been on a horse? I’d never even seen one in person. But I was totally in awe and it was completely magnificent. My horse’s name was Spirit and she was pure midnight black. I stroked her face and I could almost swear she smiled at me. “Nope, never ridden a horse,” I said, desperately wanting to adjust the butt part of the super tight pants I had on. But that was the least of my issues.

Warm breath huffs against my neck as soon as I push the doors open, the horses shifting inside their stalls, some still half-asleep, some already impatient for attention. But Tornado—my Tornado—is wide awake. “Morning, boy,” I say, stepping toward his stall. He’s a big black stallion, strong, stubborn, and dramatic as hell. He nudges my shoulder as if reminding me I’m late, and I chuckle under my breath. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’m here.”

His world narrowed to the back of his stallion, a sleek, midnight courser named Onyx, and the northern star he used as a guide. By the dawn of the second day, Onyx’s lathered sides heaved like bellows. Foam dripped from the bit. The horse, once proud and fiery, began to stumble on flat ground. “Come on, boy,” Kael urged, his voice a dry rasp. He leaned forward, patting the steaming neck, a gesture that felt like a betrayal. “Just a little farther.” Onyx tried. The loyal heart of the animal fought against its breaking body. Then, on a gentle rise just past a barren creek, the stallion’s forelegs simply buckled. With a terrible, groaning sigh, he collapsed, pitching Kael onto the hard-packed e

“I am sure he can help.” Zell hurried out of the stable while Rania conjured a small fireball. Something moved close to the horse and Rania sent the fireball there. The hay in front of a stall caught fire. “Spirit!” Ayla breathed before rushing to the stall her horse was in. The fire grew bigger, and the horses started getting nervous. Atlas grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on the fire. Rhobart grabbed a blanket and, with the help of Atlas, put out the fire.

And as the wolf has gone far, the ones that stayed behind. Which are Zara'm, Stella, Zilla, Wisdom, Switzer, and Mikel. Started discussing as they are heading back home. While the white ultima wolf was also following them on their back. "Stella, I can see that nothing happened to your pregnancy" "So I think it a magic right?" Switzer said to Stella. "All I can say is that I felt a very heavy pain in my stomach" "So all I have to say is that my baby is too strong, he wants to stay for me" Stella replied to Switzer.

Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title? "It is not," the spirit answered, and he added, "You've read the right book." Aesthelia was so confused at this point, that's why she let herself fall into darkness and the last thing she heard is the spirit saying, "I am your wolf"

Giselle angrily entered the room and before she could call Hyun, she found him already sitting on the couch. He gave her a sly smile ready to asked the favor back. He knew she would be all over him soon. Why? Because, he, the great wolf spirit helped her. His fingers tapped on the book while Giselle exploded with anger. "H Y U N... Y O U... F I L T H Y.... V I L E... C R E A T U R E."

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

He pushed off the post and took a few stumbling steps toward the sound, squinting into the darkness. That was all I needed. Moving fast, I slipped inside the stables, pressing myself against the wooden walls, my breath steady. The horses shifted in their stalls, snorting softly, their ears flicking at my sudden presence. "Which one?" Fiona asked. I scanned the stalls quickly, eyes landing on a black stallion at the far end. Strong, well-built, eyes sharp. He would be fast. "That one," I murmured, stepping toward him. He huffed, shifting slightly as I reached out, placing a careful hand on his muzzle. "Easy, boy. I just need to borrow you for a bit."

"You doesn't know how cool creatures they were... It was said that they can understand speech and could move faster than the breeze." But the Andalusian stallion paused in his pace, slowed to a walk, and then neighed. And then, out of the darkness, came the neighs of more horses, and then came the rhythmic thumping of hoofs, and three riders swept up and vanished into the West like flying ghosts in the moon. The night swept over him like a thundering wind as Stallion straightened himself and bolted. Oh no, it's getting dark again. It was dusk again: the cold dawn was approaching, and frigid grey mists hung in the air. The Andalusian stallion was drenched with perspiration, but it boldly held