Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

"Yep, that's me! Venus and I are in charge of taking care of this horse. We call him Storm." Storm, a magnificent black stallion with a glossy coat, nuzzled Dorian's hand as if to say hello. I couldn't help but be charmed by the horse's gentle nature. "It's nice to meet you, Storm," I said, extending my hand for the horse to sniff. He nickered softly in response. Venus, now free from her duty of carrot protector, joined the conversation. "Sorry for arguing earlier. Dorian just wants to spoil Storm, but I'm trying to make sure he doesn't get too chubby."

Ren yelled at me as his hand shoved me down. The horse whinnied as it continued to gallop. Then I heard it. Roaring of thunder in the distance accompanied by large dark clouds on the horizon. A storm was clearly approaching. “It’s going to rain…” I said to myself. I held tightly onto the horse’s mane to keep from falling off. Ren hugged my waist to him tighter as we rode together. It was nothing short of a miracle that I did not fall off the horse. Thankfully, the path was clear without any large obstacles to slow down or trip the horse.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder boomed through the air, making Sarah jump. Luna, Sarah's horse, was spooked by the thunder; her eyes rolling wildly, she danced nervously. Sarah tried to calm her down, but before she could even mount, Luna bolted, taking off at a gallop. Sarah screamed, her voice lost in the wind. She clung to the horse's back, her hands tangled in Luna's mane. Nicholas shouted after her, his heart racing with fear. "Luna, stop! Sarah, hold on!" But Luna was beyond control, running cluelessly into the darkness, her hooves pounding the earth. Sarah's screams grew fainter, lost in the stormy night.

"Do not falter, my pack. The storm tests our resolve, but we will not waver. We have faced adversity before, and we will face it again. Together, we are an unyielding force." Liam's voice joins hers, a pillar of strength in the tempestuous night. "Hold onto one another. Let the thunder be our battle cry. We will stand strong in the face of this storm, united as one." As the storm rages on, the pack must confront their deepest fears. Lightning illuminates their path, revealing vulnerabilities and stirring emotions long kept hidden. Each member is tested, their inner strength challenged as the storm mirrors the turmoil within their souls.

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

After everyone had had their fill, they all headed out to the horse barn in order to give the horses a little exercise before the massive storm hit. The weather channel was claiming it was to be on a par with the freak snow storms that swept the country during the winter of 2014. Most of the horses that were currently there would be taken out as they had such a large party. Even Heather, the tall blonde who helped take care of the horses, was there making last minute preparations before the holiday. She helped everyone get saddled up and settled—James was paired up with Shadow, of course—and they set off at a slow pace.

At any moment lightning would strike, and the spot would be no more; but luck, it seemed, was on its side. It decided its course, and was driven forward by the edge of the storm, resolving itself into man and horse, and on it came, leading the charge of the storm over the ancient vale. A solitary bird swept the heavens, as if it were the standard of nature’s boundless force, drawing the dark, fuming clouds onward by an unseen tether. It cried out once, and was gone; and in that moment she recognised the mounted figure, as if his name had been whispered in her ear. The storm bore him to their door on a fearsome wind, and as he clattered up the drive, the heavens were rent in two by the striki

In a trance, he saw a vision of thousands of horses charging at him,kicking up a cloud of dust into the sky. “Haah!” James took a deep breath. “The Sword Intent here is terrifying.” “Ahh!!!”

“Well, well, look at the lovebirds.” Storm emerged first, his tall frame cutting a shadow in the moonlight, followed by Jake with his ever-present smirk and Milo trailing behind, carrying what looked like a bundle wrapped in cloth. Elara flushed instantly. “We’re not……” Storm cut her off with a laugh. “Relax, pup. We’re just here to crash whatever… training session this is.” He looked around at the empty field. “Doesn’t look like much fighting happened.” “Training comes in many forms,” I said dryly.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.