Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

I spent eighteen years praying for a mate who would save me. Instead, the Moon Goddess gave me the three boys who made my life hell. Kael. Thorne. Soren. The Alpha’s triplets. My bullies. And now… my fated mates. They look at me with pure disgust. They threaten to reject me the second they find a reason. They make sure every day at school and every night in the pack house reminds me exactly how worthless they think I am. But the bond doesn’t care how much they hate me.
And neither does the danger that’s already watching from the shadows. I was supposed to be free.
Instead I’m trapped with the three people who want me gone the most. So tell me…
how long can a mate bond survive when the

Lily gulped and asked, “You took me to the first date to a stable?” Mark looked at her. “This is not a date. Don’t take out meanings,” Mark told Lily who pouted. “Come, hop on it,” Mark said, forwarding his hand towards Lily. “He is looking at me with his big eyes. I think this horse-” “Call it by its name- Spirit is its name,” Mark told Lily, cutting her words in the middle. “Spirit indeed has big eyes as it is a horse. It is very lovely,” Mark stated with an assurance smile. Lily stood up and grabbed Mark’s hand.

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

Old Ironfang road, three hours to moonrise The storm didn’t creep in; it attacked. One heartbeat the sky was a black bowl full of careless stars, the next the wind howled like something being flayed alive and rain came in sideways sheets hard enough to raise welts on exposed skin. Serna’s cloak glued itself to her body in seconds, heavy as chain mail. The black stallion beneath her danced and shuddered, ears flat, eyes rolling white at every lightning fork that clawed the treetops.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

I would just sit back and see how her story ended. … After we arrived in Norvira, everyone was busy making final preparations for the next day’s meeting… Everyone except Ash, who was still stirring up trouble. “Wynnie, I’ve never been to Norvira before. Can you show me around?” He wrapped an arm around Wynnie’s slim waist in front of me. “There’s a suit that’s only available in Norvira. Come with me to get it. You always say I look my best in a suit.”

Alex ordered before sprinting toward the lake. ​Without a second thought, Alex dove into the water and swam rapidly toward the bottom, searching desperately for Scarlett. The darkness and the cold didn't stop him, and finally, he saw a figure: the gorgon Zafira, coiling around Scarlett and squeezing tight, trying to drown her.

She looked ahead, refusing to give him the pleasure of rattling her. Soon, they came upon the edge of the southern wall. And there, beneath the quiet spread of the ancient tree, stood two horses. One was tall and obsidian-black, eyes gleaming like coals in the dusk. Thunder, she knew. Samarth’s beast of war. But the other— Her heart leapt. Her breath caught. “Cyclone!” she cried softly, rushing toward the white stallion. His coat was the color of moonlight on snow, his mane thick and curling like a silken waterfall. He lifted his head and neighed, nostrils flaring, hooves scraping the stone as she ran to him.

The storm rolled in just after sunset. Tasha stood at the edge of the back paddock, arms folded against the cold, watching the sky bruise purple. She should've gone back inside, the wind was picking up, biting through her sleeves, but something in her bones made her stay. The horses were restless. Snorting. Pacing. Their hooves thudded soft warnings in the earth. Something was out there. She didn't know how she knew. But she did.