Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

My mouth opened and I nearly shouted it in greeting. I peered up at him. “I missed ye, Tiny Thing.” “I’m not tiny.” “Ye are next to me.” “What’s it like to be a horse?” I queried. Unable to resist wondering it aloud. “Stallion.” He corrected proudly. Clearly there’s a distinct difference in his mind. I knew what that difference was but I was unwilling to consider it, just now. “Yes. Fine.” I relented. “A stallion.” “Well, there’s parts of me that dunnot even hafta change.” He nodded down his body toward his groin.

] He whined and without another word to anyone Caleb carried Lucas to his room and got him ready for his afternoon nap, then as he watched his son sleeping peacefully, still sucking his thumb, he lay down beside him stroking his back tenderly. ‘Qu’est-ce que je vais faire de ta mère Lucas?’ [What am I going to do about your mother Lucas?] Trina went out to the stables and asked one of the grooms to bring her one of the horses as she was going out for a ride, he brought out the English Thoroughbred mare she had been using for most of her stay at the Chateau. Étoile Blanche, [White Star] was a deep chocolate brown with four white socks and a pretty white star on her forehead [Hence her name] S

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

“Very true. Okay, take me there so I can see what our staff are made of.” We walk side by side in comfortable silence until we reach the pen where all the men are gathered to watch as the new stallion is broken in. He is a good size for a three yearling, easily sixteen hands possibly a touch more. He is a tan and brown colour with a dark patch on his nose, and highly spirited.

“Tell them what you bought her.” He sighed. “A new stallion. Big deal.” “Come again?” Alex asked, his eyes growing wide as he walked up to join the conversation. “You bought your thirteen-year-old a what?” Bob took his swing. The ball soared, arched, and landed right smack in the middle of the green. He came back to us, his club resting on his shoulder. “A stallion. You know? A male horse.” “Not just a male horse,” I said, shaking my head at the memory. “This damn horse was a breeding legend. Purebred, pure white stallion. The most beautiful coat you’ve ever seen. Long mane. Its offspring are all show horses, too. And the best part?”

I hurried towards it, it look like a stallion I'm sure it is but I didn't know much about horse or any animals for that matter, its hair was so long and black, his eyes so dark it reminded me of Jet, even the horse was black. "Oh you fond Jello" Clair said watching me. "Oh my God! He is so beautiful! He is a he right?" I cried, too bad the horse just stared at me like I was dumb or something. "Yes a he, a stallion. The very last of its breed, only heavens knows where Jet got him from" "I want to ride it!" I reached to pull the door open but a groom appeared from nowhere and stopped me before I could reach for the door, I jerk back in surprised.

My pretty, little mare, Radiance, is small compared to Kenneth’s giant, and aptly named horse, Goliath. Radiance is an Arabian stallion, beautiful and elegant. My father got her for me on my thirteenth birthday, saying that a princess needs a horse that matches her in grace and beauty, and Radiance is definitely that. My father got her young, before she was old enough to learn to carry a rider. She and I bonded for several months before I began to train her. I’m the only person that she’s ever carried on her back.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

She had taken him in payment for a debt owed by another Don to her and this was going to be the first time she rode him, it suited her sense of the irony to take him on after the meeting she had just faced down. The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so.

After gaining permission to wander around the town, me and Hans were deciding which horse we should take to go to the small town. “Taking Ildian might be better for the two of us.” Hans suggested while referring to a huge black stallion, that is bigger and more handsome than me, like, in a sense. I mean, just where can you find a stallion with a beautiful hair and healthy body? I thought there were none in this fief because of the stinginess of Lancelot in giving funds for house management. “He’s beautiful.” I commented. I stepped closer to the majestic looking animal and offered my hand to touch it. Luckily the stallion named Ildian is quite the gentle horse.