Spirit Stallion Rain Novels & Stories

Hunter suggested. Julien nodded. “Let’s get him here.” Very quickly, the manager of the stable arrived at the villa. Luke asked what happened to Sydney’s horse. The manager replied, “Ms. Raines’ horse was trying to mate.” “What?” Everyone was stunned. Lyra lowered her head and a smug smile appeared on her face. “Trying to mate?” Luke had a strange expression. “This isn’t the season for them to be mating.” Hunter, Sharon, and Jayden looked at the manager as well.

“Mamokoena rain queen Mapula” Then they got up and stood by her side. Mapula then stood up and held the scepter up. “Let the rain fall!!” then immediately heavy but quiet rain fell from the sky bringing everyone back to reality as they were stuck in the moment. But strangely enough none of them ran for cover as to not get wet, they just stood there watching. The rain got heavier and heavier. People were getting wet but none of them moved as they did not want to miss the action.

Apparently he had good skills in dealing with animals. Kaeisan, Great Helper, that was the name of Roman's black stallion, always appeared in Raen's dreams. Everything else was gone, including the blood horse. There was only him and the black horse. Sitting lightly in the saddle, Raen galloped across the fields in his dreams; the dusty streets flew under Kaeisan's swift hooves, and Raen cheered with happiness. A relaxed smile then lay on his face in his sleep.

He slowly unclenched his fist, his attention shifted toward the red horse standing nearby. He grabbed its reins. "Come.” The horse remained where it stood. Kaizen tugged the reins again, the horse snorted and refused to move. Kaizen stared at it for a few seconds, the horse suddenly neighed loudly before rising onto its hind legs. He frowned, his blue eyes glowed faintly. The horse neighed once more, refusing to move. An irritated snarl escaped Kaizen's lips, the horse stopped resisting and lowered its head. Kaizen shot a glare at the horse, he tied Raine's kills to it.

I was going to end it. The clearing was full of wolves and horses. The air smelled of excitement and the metallic tang of weapons. Kael was at the center of it all, sitting atop his massive black stallion, Storm. Storm was a beast of a horse, a legendary creature that Kael prized above everything else. He looked like a king, his eyes scanning the crowd with a restless energy. When I stepped into the light, the whispers died instantly. Seraphina was standing next to Kael’s horse, her hand on his thigh. When she saw me, her face went the color of curdled milk. She stared at me, her eyes darting to the green silk that should have been melting my skin.

It obviously represents her personality. I walked over to the white horse, and just as I was about to mount it, Dianne spoke. “What are you doing?” She asked with furrowed brows. “Uh…getting on?” “That's not Storm. That's midnight.” Shit. Keira owned a black horse? Definitely not what I pictured for a calm and meek Luna. And their names? Who in the world names a white horse midnight?! That's something you'd give a black horse. Storm doesn't even sound like a good fit for a black horse, but it was better off compared to Midnight.

"Wait, wait. C'mon man you just can't order me around. Especially not when I'm vacationing with one of my lastest fantasy," Lousy bastard. I headed towards my car and opened the door, "I'll get back to you in five minutes," I got into the car, "She's driving the range river velar, it's got a tracker. Do what you must and get back to me," Rudolph laughe, "Who'd have thought we'd ever see this day. A day when Lucas would fall in love and a ton impulse," "Fuck you man," I cussed out and he laughed.

Ewan commented, brushing Ria. Ria had chestnut coat as fluid as water, stocky limbs. The soft spring soil was no match for her hooves and in their wake sods would be sent flying in an arcing spray. Her head was extended forwards but the ears flat back, puffs of moisture escaped her nostrils with each breath she took. She wasn't exceptionally tall, fifteen hands at the most; but she was an impressive sight. Ria reminded her of her mother who originally owned the stallion.

“We need to ride hard to clear this ridge and return to the stables. Can your mare sustain this velocity?” “Easily!” I called back through the rising gale, gripping the reins tighter as adrenaline flooded my veins. We urged our beasts forward into the storm, racing directly against the intensifying weather front. Patch was structurally built for pure speed on the turf, but my chestnut mare matched his massive stride for stride. Pure, unadulterated adrenaline surged through my system as we exchanged wide, exhilarated grins across the gap.

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!"