Spirit: Stallion Book Novels & Stories

I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the other royal warriors to inspect it. “Your highness, it's the spy we sent. She's back!” John muttered as he checked the carriage. “What do you have here….Back so soon… Jane!” I walked toward the horse. It stood still as I approached. It was a rare breed, unlike ours—this black stallion was three times bigger, more muscular, and it had a savage look in its eyes. But it made no sound, almost like it's following a strict order. It looked like a machine made to kill but I would easily end it's life with my ring.

Uriel was a wonder, her spirit like a child that craved the world before her. As we approached my stallions' stall, you could hear his cries wanting to be released for the day. His hooves banging on the stall doors, leaving deep impressions of his fury being kept away from daily schedule. "Absalom," I called. The neighing and grunts ceased as his head poked through the window of his stall.

I hear Keya gasp as she mindlinks me, ‘OMG, she heard us! God this is embarrassing. I told y’all to chill but you didn’t listen to me!’ Shit, we didn’t listen to her, ‘My bad Babe.’ I hear her sister ask, “Keya what’s a Stallion?” Keya just sighs exaggeratedly shaking her head. “It’s a large male horse, Fatt.” Annoyed she tells me, “ Just help me get them ready.” So I begin to help Fatt & Trell pack their bags for today while she gives Qwan his asthma treatment and cleans his nose which seems to be full or running all of the time. Then washes her hands to give Grammy an insulin shot in her stomach. And she reminds her to take her meds and check her sugar levels. “Yeah yeah I know.” Grammy gr

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

“Well, I changed my mind now. I don’t like it and it is not a nice car, baby,” As we get to the stables, we find a man, handling two horses: a brown stallion and a brown mare. We greet him as we enter; he introduces himself to us and he welcomes us in. “This is Martinis,” He refers to the stallion. “And this is Spirit, and I believe they are rented by you for a night walk? Sergio, and Paula?” “Yes, thank you. I will take it from here, Señor,” Sergio says before the man leaves. I am quite surprised that he planned this for us.

She looked ahead, refusing to give him the pleasure of rattling her. Soon, they came upon the edge of the southern wall. And there, beneath the quiet spread of the ancient tree, stood two horses. One was tall and obsidian-black, eyes gleaming like coals in the dusk. Thunder, she knew. Samarth’s beast of war. But the other— Her heart leapt. Her breath caught. “Cyclone!” she cried softly, rushing toward the white stallion. His coat was the color of moonlight on snow, his mane thick and curling like a silken waterfall. He lifted his head and neighed, nostrils flaring, hooves scraping the stone as she ran to him.

Correct pronunciation of words is mandatory or rejection will not occur. Why? The wolves must understand the rejection or they will keep waiting. Pain, agony and anger will occur within each werewolf after the rejection, because it is like doing soul-splitting. Without soul-splitting, rejection fails to occur or is considered non-existent. ***** ******** 1/4 12:48 The Alpha King’s Fated Mate I had tears in my eyes after reading it. Bullsh*t… this is bullsh*t!!! +5 vouchers I looked up to stare at the man standing silently in front of me as I read this nonsense book in his office.

Elira The horse was brought forward moments after the deal was struck—a towering black stallion, its muscles slick with sweat and moonlight. It tossed its head, snorting like it could smell what I was, like even the beast was smart enough to be afraid. The Alpha approached me. “Can you ride?” “Yes,” I said. He waited. I didn’t move. So he stepped forward, large hands settling on my waist—calloused, hot even through the chill of the air and the layers of my tunic. I didn’t resist, but I didn’t help him, either.

(EL POV) When suddenly, I heard a horse neighing. My mind showed me a picture of myself riding a white horse, it was running freely across the vast grassland. The white satallion… This memory in my head... I had a horse. It flowed back to me, it was Uncle Rankin who gave it to me. What's its name? Phantom, yes. I remembered the day when we catch this elusive wild horse. I was the one who got rid of the ropes around him. He deserves to run freely without the threat of being captured. Yes! I have my own favorite stallion.

Cortland says, squatting down to snuggle the new baby. "Alright, everyone is here. Let's name him Booker," I suggest. I can sense confusion in their faces. "Tom Booker is the protagonist in The Horse Whisperer." Declan groans, "Great, now I have to think about that movie because you made me watch it over and over again." Cortland chuckles and gives me a kiss, "I like the name, babe." Declan gives him a disapproving look, and everyone chuckles. As I see a car approaching down the lane, I'm uncertain who it could be.