Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath through my nose, stretch out to my full length and turn to him with my arms crossed over my chest. “I did not mean to be late! I did not mean to ruin my phone! I did not-” I don’t get a chance to say anything more. Mr. Storm’s strong arms grab me, turn me around and lead me up to the couch where he violently pulls my skirt off. “Hey! Stop!” I yell at him.

Poor sap, she probably hit him with one of those sneaky smiles of hers to make him stupid. "What were you doing on that horse? Do you know you could've broken your damn neck?" "But I didn't, see, I'm fine." She twirled around in front of me like she thought it was a joke. "I forbid you to get on that horse again. If you want to ride, I'll find you a mare to ride, but my horse is off-limits." "I don't want a mare; I want to ride Storm." "And I said no, what the fuck?"

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

The night of the storm came back to him like a dream soaked in rain. He had been crossing the waterfront, heading toward the palace. The rain had slowed, and no one was around—except his faithful horse, Treasure, tied near the shore. As he stepped off the canoe, he had whispered, “Calm down, Treasure. Missed me?” But the horse was uneasy, its ears twitching, its legs shifting. “What’s wrong?” he had asked, instinctively reaching to untie the reins. The grass ahead rustled. His eyes narrowed. “Show yourself,” he had commanded, his tone sharp.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

"Remi, you'd curse our own child for the sake of Ella's baby? "You have no idea what kind of person she is! She threw her baby from a height to frame me. What's throwing a medal compared to that?" "Enough! Shut up!" Remi raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The blow caught her off guard. She lost her balance and fell into the pond. The moment her body hit the water, the moment the water rose over her ears and nose, Ariel thought she was going to die. Remi didn't move. His voice was cold and hard. "Stop pretending, Ariel. You can swim. Since you threw the medal in, you can dive down and get it."

"I knew something was wrong with Astrid's story, but Barrett... His mind was clouded. He wouldn't listen to anyone." I stared blankly at the dancing flames. "It's not your fault, Logan. I was the fool who mistook a vicious wolf for a loyal dog." Just then, the distant, unmistakable roar of a speedboat engine cut through the sound of the wind. Logan shot to his feet, his jaw tightening. "It's Barrett. How did he find us?" My heart clenched in sudden terror, and I instinctively shrank backward, trying to hide myself in the shadows of the firelight.

“Promise.” I nodded once, even though promises felt like fragile things lately. “Promise.” Dawson came out forty minutes later looking… hollowed. Not worse, exactly. Not broken. Just stripped. Like he’d opened a door he’d been holding shut for years and the wind that rushed out had taken something with it. His eyes met mine. Storm grey. Tired. But there was a strange steadiness there too, as if naming the darkness didn’t feed it, it just made it visible. Liberty stood immediately, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “So? Did you hate it?”

Frost said. " And you all will be in deep shit "Mysterious laughed and all the spirit beasts scoffed angrily at him, Storm the spirit beasts of the water, sea and ocean appeared from nowhere on the mountain and they all faced him. " Now speaking of disturbance, Flames it looks like your master is back, Storm the great nuisance is back to frustrate master meditating live, All hail storm " Spark said and flames scoffed while others laughed especially storm. " All hail " others replied and there was overwhelming laughter booming everywhere on the mountains as storm fastly approached them and they all waited for him to be part of them again because it has been long.

It had been the image in my nightmares for years, night after night. A black horse rearing against a storm. The lump in my throat only increased, making it hard for me to swallow when I needed to. My hands rolled into balls beside me. Jaw clenched, and eyes locked on the crest, my heart sunk into my stomach like a piece of rock. I was staring at a fucking Stormrider crest. “They were sent by Stormriders,” The words had left my lips, and tasted like ash in my mouth. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t breathe the words down. Even as I said it, it felt heavy in my chest. I wanted to tell myself it was impossible, but it wasn’t. There was proof right there, in front of me.