Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

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

Ignoring the protest of the staff, Cynthia marched straight toward the back of the stalls, heading for the biggest black stallion known for having the foulest temper in the club. Cynthia shot me a quick wink. She was doing this on purpose. She might not look like it, but her equestrian skills were top-tier. "Care for a race, Robin?" Cynthia swung herself into the saddle and tilted her chin up provocatively. Before Robin could react, she dug her heels into the horse's flanks. The black stallion let out a piercing neigh and charged straight toward the resting area where Robin was standing. "Ah! The horse is in shock! Get out of the way!"

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

Mr Rui ask . " Some are white gray , some fully white and some white brown . But we also had the black horse . Well.... let see . There we call him stallion types . The horse is first young master horse. He rides him to school . I brought him with me yesterday . " Fred points at a tall ,strong and sturdy black horse that follow beside Moo Shang's carriage .

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. This is the paddock. They’re kept loose here so they can move freely. When they’re being trained or ridden, that’s when we tack them up—saddle, reins, all of it.” I studied the brown horse I’d noticed earlier. Up close, he looked even bigger. I stepped a little closer. “They’re gentle, right?” “Most of them are,” he said with a small smile, patting the brown horse’s neck. “This one’s Dusty. He’s pretty calm. You want to get a little closer?”

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

Charlotte McCartney At the stable “Now here is Aussie. She's a Fallabella, one of the rarest breeds in the world as well as the rarest breed of horses we have here. Isn't she a darling? And here is Rawrunner we call him that because of how fast he runs, he has won every single race we have signed him off he's more less my favorites”, George said moving from horse to horse. It was obvious that George was having more fun on this tour than most of us. Clearly the boy loved his job.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

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.