Spirit Stallion Rain Novels & Stories

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”

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.

At least if she expected to make it through their intel meeting without her nervous heart pounding out of her chest. Stepping into the stables, she stopped midstride, taking in the sight before her. Rebel gripped the reins of a sable-colored mare as he led her toward a johnson-and-white Appaloosa stallion. The mare wore a chain of yellow daises around her neck that, if Lily had to guess, had been picked and threaded together by the clapping five-year-old beside Rebel. Noah was also with them, holding his sister’s hand with an equally excited grin on his lips, while Bee had taken to huffing cantankerously inside his stall gate. Will, however, was nowhere to be

Torin warned me. “Yikes!” “Yeah. I think I’ll give you this guy. He’s got a good temperament and is pretty fast,” Torin said as he opened the stall door to a black and white paint. “Does he have a name?” I asked. “Chip,” he told me with a smile. I laughed and said, “makes sense.” He took Chip out of the stall and secured him with a lead rope before walking a little further down to take a large red gelding out of another stall. He was beautiful and so tall.

As an exploration geologist, I'm caught in a landslide during a mission, and one of my arms is crushed. Before we set out, our exploration team has accurately predicted the weather. There's no chance of heavy rain that day. It isn't until I overhear my wife, Diana Nelson, talking to a doctor friend that I learn the truth. "Diana, you knew Adam was going out on a mission that day, yet you spent a fortune on creating cloud seeding just to get him injured and eventually cost him an arm. You really went too far for Flynn." Diana frowns. "Who told him to care so much about that exploration project? The only way the project can go to Flynn is if Adam gets disabled. "Otherwise, Flynn will be s

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

Warm breath huffs against my neck as soon as I push the doors open, the horses shifting inside their stalls, some still half-asleep, some already impatient for attention. But Tornado—my Tornado—is wide awake. “Morning, boy,” I say, stepping toward his stall. He’s a big black stallion, strong, stubborn, and dramatic as hell. He nudges my shoulder as if reminding me I’m late, and I chuckle under my breath. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’m here.”

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

The stables were nestled at the far edge of the palace grounds, where wild flowers met the forest, and the scent of hay, sweat, and horses lingered thick in the air. Athena entered the stables, with a broom in her hand. She had never worked here before. The horses were enormous. Powerful war beast. Bred for royalty. Most were wild blooded, trained only by Elite handlers. Her eyes landed on one in particular—a black stallion, his coat gleaming like midnight silk. He stood apart from the others, nostrils flaring, eyes proud and watchful. They called his Onyx. And he belonged to the prince. He had been with the prince ever since he was little. They had a strong connection. The prince took him t