Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

“Something’s wrong.” I blinked. “Wrong how?” She ignored the question, studying the stallion with an insight that made my chest tighten. Stormrunner pawed the ground again — but not in defiance. There was a tremor in the movement this time. A stumble he tried to hide. “He’s agitated. Off-balance,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “He’s in pain. And scared. Horses don’t spook like that unless something’s seriously bothering them.” Her tone — softer now, almost protective — was a complete contrast from the fire she’d just thrown at me.

“A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.” “Oh,” he asked, staring up at Fiona. I rubbed her nose, letting her nudge against my neck. I liked to think it was her way of hugging me. “Fiona is a very good, gentle horse.” “What’s a boy horse?” I winced, not sure how to explain the details of that one. I was not about to tell the little boy about the castration of a male horse. That was a conversation left for his father. “Well, a young boy horse is sometimes called a gelding. An older, adult boy horse is sometimes called a stallion.”

Zylith. Our mount for today's excursion was an exotic horse breed of pure white, it's coat was a gorgeous silvery-white and it was beautiful from the mane to it's tail. I peered at the majestic steed grazing leisurely in front of me and exclaimed, "Woah! Was a beautiful mare!" "It is your stallion, Your Highness." Fredurd informed me. "What! Really?" I whipped my head to look towards him in surprise. I never knew I had an exclusive horse just for me to ride.

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.

Aidan casually greeted some of them with small nods while Malikha continued staring around in amazement. Just how rich is this man, exactly? Malikha wondered silently. Aidan eventually brought her inside one of the stables and stopped in front of a magnificent black stallion. “This is Dante,” Aidan said proudly. “I bought him three years ago from an auction.” Malikha’s eyes sparkled instantly. The horse was breathtaking. His black coat gleamed beautifully under the stable lights, and his strong posture made him look both elegant and intimidating. Malikha slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch him. Normally, Dante only obeyed Aidan and rarely allowed strangers near him. But the moment

Commotion suddenly erupted near the racetrack. A dark horse blurred past at a gallop, its rider clad in professional equestrian gear moving with feral, razor-sharp precision. He hauled the stallion to an abrupt halt less than three meters from us; the black horse reared with a shrill whinny, splattering mud into Miller’s champagne flute. It was Caspian. He swung off the horse in a fluid flash of motion, ignoring Miller entirely to stride straight toward me. Sweat beaded his forehead, his eyes swirling with an unreadable emotion.

Just like before, he pretended like he never heard her. "That's Belle the white horse which as pretty as me." She said pertaining to a white mare. He finds the name of the horses cute most specially the black stallion. He just love that horse like he wanted to ride him. Not that he was fond with animals but this is the first time he got an interest with stallion and feels like wanting to ride on it.

While the guy was in the trailer spike said, "This here is a good horse, one of the best around. He's a descendant of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horse right here in Texas. Old Sorrel sired over a hundred horses for the American Quarter Horse Association (or AQHA). When the guy backed my horse off the trailer, I walked over to him and reached up to rub him behind his ears. I took his lead rope and walked him around and watched his legs. He'd toss his head once in a while, but he was a fine-looking animal from what a city girl could tell. I mentioned to spike we had to go into town and get my saddle so we could go for a ride. I asked, "What's his name?" The guy who brou

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”

It was just stunning. “Ms. Stanton, this is the thoroughbred horse that Mr. Sloan had specially sent over. It has had a very pure pedigree since three generations ago. This horse also took part in the national competition when it was young and won the championships. It has always been regarded as the top seed for horse racing.” No wonder! Nicole marveled secretly. At a glance, it was clear that there was something different about this horse. It had a noble and unattainable look. “I’ll take this one. Is it docile?”