Spirit Stallion Rain Novels & Stories

“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.”

So, three days after their deal, Cain started training her to ride. The very black colt that Lianne had befriended when she was the age of twelve had been shipped to one of Garlow’s chateau to her dejection. Cain instead gave her a stallion, straight from the Soulisse mansion, handpicked by Cain himself for the princess to ride, and it was a pure white Hanoverian horse; tall and slender, with strong limbs and robust, powerful body - exactly a trainable horse that was perfect for the princess. She immediately named the young creature, Arinna.

the process of getting ready with my mate. We each dressed in black jeans. Rain wore her running shoes, a pale blue tee shirt, and she pulled her long hair into a high ponytail atop her head. I wore a black tee shirt and my usual black boots. I combed my hair back out of my face and noticed that it was getting longer. It now hung down to my shoulders. Maybe if I ever get some extra down time I would ask my mate to cut it. She smiled and winked at me as I took her hand in mine and teleported back into the library. I was glad that we were first to arrive and I took my seat behind the desk. Rain walked around the desk and leaned her hip against the edge facing me. “ Since we are the first ones

“Very true. Okay, take me there so I can see what our staff are made of.” We walk side by side in comfortable silence until we reach the pen where all the men are gathered to watch as the new stallion is broken in. He is a good size for a three yearling, easily sixteen hands possibly a touch more. He is a tan and brown colour with a dark patch on his nose, and highly spirited.

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

She had taken him in payment for a debt owed by another Don to her and this was going to be the first time she rode him, it suited her sense of the irony to take him on after the meeting she had just faced down. The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so.

He said. I did what he said and Apple came nearer so I stroked his mane. "How old is he?" I asked while stroking his mane. "He's eight." Wow....he's big. I then went to the three horses. "That's Sasa, Storm, and Blaze. Blaze is Stella's. Sasa is Storm's mother." Oh that's why they look a bit alike. I stroked each of them and I liked Storm. Marc gave me carrots to feed him and the others.

Grant keeps on saying her to get away, but she never listened. “Well, I think I can ride a wild one,” she said and winked at Grant whose jaw slightly dropped. She had always admired him, ever since she saw him at the ranch. He was a white stallion with a chestnut blaze and four same socks. He had a proud and spirited look and a graceful and powerful gait. He was the most handsome horse she had ever seen.

Hailstorm’s POV I crashed onto the wall, feeling his mouth assaulting my own and whilst his teeth clasped onto my bottom lip, I felt as if my brain had just entered a tornado. Or maybe that was just the heavy doses of alcohol I had consumed throughout the night. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle mine in a beautiful glorious fight, letting his explore every nook and cranny of my numbed mouth. His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing the skin which urged me to wrap my legs around his waist, combing my fingers through his hair. His mouth slowly moved away from mine, making me whimper in protest.

Sheridan stands beside him, her bare skin glowing in a fancy leather harness, swaying a little with excitement. Trey finishes and turns towards her. He snaps his fingers and she falls to her knees, gazing up at her mate. I don’t need to see her face to know that her eyes are shining. Trey’s face softens as he looks down at her. Another couple stealing a moment before they engage in the complicated mating dance of submission and dominance. I’ve seen it a million times before, but somehow it’s not as grotesque on shifters. That still doesn’t mean I get it. I climb the rest of the stairs and hit the door with my fist to escape.