Spirit Stallion Rain Novels & Stories

The morning was already warm and it wasn't 6:30 yet. Mikel was leaning on the paddock fence watching a ranch hand coax her horses into it. They needed some exercise and both Kelsey and Vincent were both excited to do the honors. Stormi was a champion in show jumping, and Kelsey was excited to train her. Apollo was a racer, and won a few races Dominic entered him in but he was simply a beloved horse.

“ you mean to tell me that cloud dancer is from your personal stock?“ Epona strokes cloud dancers neck and continued to smile as she said “ he was born of my mare Misty Dancer and his sire is Your fathers steed Storm Cloud. he was meant to be the mount for your mother but no one else in the high royal family could see has value. It pleases me to see somebody understands he worth.”

Storms POV I couldn’t believe it our mate! We met our mate! Rain was so happy she was prancing around in my head. He was tall, tan and very handsome his eyes were deep green with amber flakes in them, like fire flakes, his hair looked thick and wavy. I wanted to run my hands through it. ‘Later…Storm…later when we ride him off into the sunset and he marks us tonight.’ Rain said in my head. ‘Rain! You dirty wolf!’ I gasped but didn’t mind the idea myself.

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.

As how bad,a bad boy can be.There’s always someone who can melt and soften their hearts just like Daniel! Rain was a homosexual and in other terms he was a gay.Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience.

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

His gaze snaps back to Rain, who for some reason is stammering, no sign of her usual fire. “I…I… Colt, I can explain…” she stutters. I hide my surprise well. What did Colt do to make her like this? I crave the ability to make her this flustered and speechless myself, but not with fear or hate, with desire. “You are just like everyone else. Just like Lila. Just like him!” Colt points toward me then goes on a full meltdown like a fucking child, calling Rain names no man should ever call a lady. Slut, whore, tramp, disloyal and my beautiful mushroom just stands there, her hands fluttering uselessly, trying to explain.

Aidan casually greeted some of them with small nods while Malikha continued staring around in amazement. Just how rich is this man, exactly? Malikha wondered silently. Aidan eventually brought her inside one of the stables and stopped in front of a magnificent black stallion. “This is Dante,” Aidan said proudly. “I bought him three years ago from an auction.” Malikha’s eyes sparkled instantly. The horse was breathtaking. His black coat gleamed beautifully under the stable lights, and his strong posture made him look both elegant and intimidating. Malikha slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch him. Normally, Dante only obeyed Aidan and rarely allowed strangers near him. But the moment