روايات وقصص ضمن Spirit: Stallion Book

At the steady breathing of the horse, I ran my fingers gently over its muzzle. Dean pulled my hand back, "Are you crazy?" "Why?" "Its a Hellhound! You know it can easily kill you, right?" A hell hound? I gaped staring at the white stallion in front of me. How can someone so pure be the guardian of the Hell? It didn't make any sense. "It's a white stallion" "Huh?" Dean raised his eyebrows "I saw a white stallion march towards us so I calmed it down." I was able to do that because of my uncle. He had a stable on his farm and every summer he let me go horseriding. It was the only reason why I looked forward to summer.

Real men didn’t prance around in a pair of shorts, kicking a ball. Real men rode horses. END OF BOOK SEVEN

single" someone can really tell you anything. I mean, they can but they can expect to die. Try to remember that in the future. Your cultivation will bring your aggression more if you let it." Four nodded and took the words in for understanding. "Umu I do not know. I can feel a part of me wanting to come out. A voice beckoning me to do so. I like it but I am also afraid. The Cultivation Manual you gave me, "Quiet Titan" seems to complex for me." Thinking bout the different intricacies of it made his head spin most days. Even when he failed to understand, he felt his mind turn sharper. Thoughts turn clearer. "The Bull manual from the Lan clan is easier."

I gave him an apple before riding into him. "Son! Be careful!" Mom shouted from the house. I rode her around the ring and then rode her on the field. He's my favorite. He's fast and strong. After an hour, Apple and I headed back to the stables. I gave him water and apples and went to see the others. I went to the next stable and saw a brown horse with a white streak of line from its head to his muzzle. Meet Blaze. He's Stella's horse. She fell in love with him when she saw him.

“A beautiful black stallion. Come on,” I moved to the stall at the far right end, and there he was, the black stallion Vincenzo had given me the very first time he brought me home. I’d had it since it was a foal and we’d bonded so well over the years. I told this to Christina as she approached the fearless black stallion with shiny black fur. “It looks lovely, and is it weird if I say it screams of royalty? You must really be taking good care of it,”

If she wanted to ride the black horse, she would first have to tame it. Ten minutes later... Stella tried again... As soon as she climbed onto the horse's back and sat on it... There was a roar of resistance from the black horse... It resounded through the stable. "Stella!" Kelly who had returned after a long journey, saw Stella fall off the horse... "Ah..." In her imagination, there was no pain of her falling to the ground. On the other hand, she felt as if she has fallen into a soft embrace. Besides her, there was a faint scent of a man's body...

Anita stepped forward and spread her hands, so the golden light would land on them. The moment the golden light settled on Anita's palms, it popped unexpectedly, and something like a little being appeared, seemingly like a tiny delicate gleaming fairy. The stallion neighed and also stepped forward, facing the little being, that was keenly staring at Anita. Anita was in awe upon seeing this, but she only got puzzled the more. " You did well, White."' The little being turned to the stallion and smiled at it. " What's going on?" This was when Anita realized the stallion planned this. " Who are you, and what did it did?" She pointed to the stallion and faced the little being.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

I say my goodbyes to Makkan and my mother before I head outside, making my way to the stables. I smile as I look at the big black stallion, already in the field. "Hey, spirit." I shout out his name. His ears prick up to my voice as he gallops over to me. "Hey, spirit. How about me and you take a beautiful princess for a ride?" I laugh as he nuzzles his head into me. I'm sure this boy is half-human. Or maybe half Altundral. I saddle him up and tie the picnic basket to his side.