Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

First, Ray had met with the foreman to get an update on inventory. Then he met with a man who had a pretty filly the he wanted to produce. Of course, Ray had shown him Whisper. He was impressed with the albino, but he liked Nicklaus, Ray’s favorite horse, more. Nicklaus was a thoroughbred in his own right. The owner of the female felt they would make a better match. Ray had never used Nicklaus to stud before, but the horse was still pretty young and sturdy. They discussed price and when, and then they parted ways.

"Let's pick out a ride." Clueless as a lamb at a wolf convention, I simply let him lead. As we approached the horses, a stable hand presented two options – a smaller, gentle-looking mare, practically labeled 'beginner-friendly,' and beside it, a magnificent black stallion, a commanding presence of muscle and grace. "Which one catches your eye?" Aiden asked. My gaze locked onto the black horse. Nearly two meters tall, with powerful, sculpted legs and a coat that shimmered like polished obsidian, he was a creature of myth. "He's absolutely stunning," I breathed, then, with a sigh of resignation, pointed to the mare. "But I should probably go with her."

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

I headed to the stable and smiled at Axis, he did know what he was doing and I was happily impressed. "I guessed the mare was yours," he grins and I shook my head. "The stallion is mine but the mare is fine," I chuckle at the shocked look on his face. His concerned eye gazed over my large stallion, the horse was a wild obnoxious beast and I loved him for it. Axis shook his head.

There had to be at least thirty stalls total all immaculately kept with a variety of different horse breeds poking their heads through open stall doors. A coal black Arabian played with the ends of my hair while I stopped to pet a rust and cream colored Paint. But the most magnificent of all of the beasts in this barn was in the very last stall. Kingston, was an Eighteen hand Gypsy Vanner stallion, with a jet black coat and white dappling on his hind quarters. His mane and tail were snow white with his feathers matching. I stood back as Ronan opened the stall and led the massive horse out. I could tell just by looking at the two there was a long, loving history between the two of them.

The Arabian merrily neighs in pleasure, standing absolutely still to encourage me to continue massaging her. Eventually, my hands fall to my side and I continue my journey further down to admire a thoroughbred, racing horse to my left and a spotted Appaloosa horse to my right. I smile at them both, my gaze wavers. I halt. Gradually, I saunter forward, spellbound, hypnotized by the magnificence I see before me. Out of all the horses, I am drawn to the last stall that houses a majestic mustang whose coat glistens a sheen of midnight black. I carefully approach; the stallion’s head shakes and the sounds of its hooves clapping on the ground in protest rebounds.

The man knew how to push until everything Pandora desired hung on the word 'surrender'. “Now you’re coming home with me. Five days in the dorm is enough; the remaining two days are when you have to be with me. I won’t accept refusal, Pandora.” That was why Pandora was here. On a vast field. Watching herself in the shadow of a horse. The Thoroughbred Kingston had given her. A horse known as the most competitive breed. Its slender, strong, and agile build supported its ability to run fast, making it capable of tearing through the racecourse.

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”

The horses lifted their heads as we passed, some snorting, some flicking their ears. Then one of them — taller than the rest, with a coat as dark as midnight and a mane that shimmered like silk — let out a sharp, ringing sound that echoed through the stable. Silas’s mouth curved. “That’s mine. Isn’t he majestic?” I glanced at the stallion, who was tossing his head with an almost arrogant flair. A quiet smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. “He recognizes you.”

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”