Spirit Stallion Rain Novels & Stories

, she was panting too hard and praying, while she didn’t stop running. The stallion reached him, she could hear the loud neighing of it from at a hand distance, her heart was beating out of her ribs as she screamed at the sight of it, it was a white stallion, galloping at an incredibly faster rate, that was too extraordinary for a feat to be performed. “Saaaammmmmmmmm!”, she closed her eyes, putting her hands over her head, lowering down to the ground and screamed at the top of her voice!

The stallions were restless, snorting and stomping, tails swishing as though they too felt the storm swirling inside me. I chose Nightfall, a black horse with eyes like shards of obsidian. He reminded me of my wolf. I would have loved to take a run but I wanted to do it with my clothes on this time. He whinnied as if recognizing my mood, and I mounted swiftly, welcoming the surge of power as we broke into a gallop across the wide, open field. From the corner of my vision, a figure on a mare emerged. With an elegant posture, she rode like she had been born in the saddle.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Star was moving about, clearly agitated as the rain increased and another clap of thunder roared. Allena flinched, "Oh, God." Reaching into her side pocket for her cell to call Rudy and say she’d be staying at the cabin until the rain cleared, and then realised she’d left it in the tack bucket back at the stables. The rain increased, followed by several large rounds of thunder and lightning. Star whinnied, and she heard another horse unexpectedly respond in the distance. There were no horses loose on this part of the ranch. She looked towards the trail and spotted a rider coming toward her, astride King, his tall, dappled-grey gelding.

he replied without turning his head away from the lake to look at his teacher. “But, your highness, you haven't seen and don't seem to hear all of my explanation.” The handsome little boy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then turned to the teacher. Then he recounted what the adult explained so easily and without a single mistake. “This horse is named Clairin, a horse of the Falabella race. She is about seven hands tall and two years and six months old. She is docile and likes to be stroked on the back of the neck,” explained Alessandro quickly. Ignoring the teacher he had just made gaping, he looked back at the calm looking lake.

Large, fanned ears flicked this way and that, and over Anzi’s head, the creature’s long, tufted tail did the same, providing both of them shade. Captain Gorien had been telling the truth. This stallion was a remarkable specimen. Well-trained, intelligent, strong, and possessing even greater stamina than its kind typically had. Anzi was sure they could go another twenty kilometers before they had to stop for a rest, and that only because of her own limitations, not the sand horse’s.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

"Yes." "There's someone I want you to meet," Adam said with a smile. He whistled loudly, and then I heard a thunderous neigh. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful stallion running towards us. Its coat was shiny black, and its mane looked just as black and silky. As it ran, I could see its muscles flex as it gracefully ran towards us. The stallion stopped running as it reached the fence. I was amazed by its height. As it relaxed, I could see just how defined its muscles were. It nudged its head against Adam, pushing him back slightly.

"I know that. I believe you." The neighing sound of a horse caught her attention. Her eyes went round with awe as Jordan led a pure white stallion towards the courtyard. "He's magnificent." She gasped, already reaching out to touch the silky white mane. "I've never seen a horse so beautiful, and yet so majestic." "His name is Thunder." Dylan said with pride. "It took me six months to break him." "Six months?" "Yes. He was stubborn and strongwilled, determined not to bend. Broke countless bones in my body before he let me ride him."

She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall. A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, "the colt", as everyone still called him, only sported a twelve-inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Zia entered the stall with Etta, placing a calming hand on the stallion's neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as t