Spirited Horses In Storm #1 Novels & Stories

I said and she tried to slap me but I was too quick for her so I held her hands alongside her fragile body. I mounted Stormy and sat behind Maya, my grip on the reins tight as I directed the horse to move. The forest seemed to swallow us whole as we disappeared into its depths, the echoes of our emotions lingering in the clearing we left behind. “I have never been on a horse before ! Where are you taking me ! “ Maya started shouting on top of her voice when Stormy started speeding. “Save your voice , you will need it for a different kind of scream “ I whispered to her left ear because of the force of the wind and she violently turned her head towards me , our faces colliding.

“Um, what?” “Sorry, Gio no time to explain. You can either come with me or drive Lans back. He’s not medically cleared to drive right now.” I nod and helped Lans to his car and settled him in. As I closed his door, I heard the roaring of a motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle, it was a Kawasaki Ninja H2R. My eyes almost popped out of my head and I knew she was smirking at me as she saw the look on my face as she sped past me. Toni must’ve had the same look because I could hear Bianca, Julian and Lileth laughing. At least I know that she can handle speed. I was definitely getting her a car for her birthday which is in 2 months. Fuck! Need to get that order placed, customisation takes a while.

She gasped at their intensity and turned her horse towards home once more. Before the horses had gone far, flaming balls fell from the now-murky sky. The ground shook, and the horses snorted in fear. Trees burst into flame. "Niamh!" Eithne screamed. Men and Elves, and things in between, entangled in the depths of battle, spilled from the field into the forest between the fleeing elf maiden and the road. Immediately, Niamh swerved her horse to change direction, but the battle and flames made escape impossible. Suddenly, in a flash of black and silver, the elf Niamh had seen cresting the hill charged through the chaos.

It was the sound of metal clashing on metal behind them that had her gripping him tightly and urging him to hasten. Storm cantered forward for a moment but stopped abruptly, his hooves stomping at the ground in front of him. He tossed his head a bit and made his annoyed chuffing sound before moving forward again, slowly now, and he would not hasten when she tapped his side. Through slitted eyes, she saw the trees were replaced by a wall of stone. Frustrated with not knowing what was going on, and unable to see anything other than a rocky surface, she lifted her head slightly and turned it to the other side. Blue water rising up to blue sky was all she could see. Gasping, she tensed on Storm’

She fell in love with him when she saw him. The next horses were ours but Dad and Mom didn't want to ride them. They took care of them. Meet Storm and her mother Sasa. Storm is also a brown horse with a white line from his head to his mouth but he's darker. Sasa, on the other hand, is a golden brown horse. Storm gots it's darker color because Apple is his father. I heard my mom shout so it's time to go. With one last look, I left the stables and went inside the house.

And the girl who issued it — the ghost I couldn’t find — felt closer with every breath. I began to pace like the stallion, wondering what I should do next. Perhaps it would be wiser to wait it out a bit more. I began to walk away. But then suddenly, a sharp metallic clang cracked through the air, followed by shouting. Everyone froze. “Stormrunner’s loose!” someone yelled. My stomach dropped. Across the field, the massive black stallion tore through the open pasture — mane flying, muscles coiled in fury, eyes wild with fire. Stormrunner wasn’t just any horse.

My wolf perked his ears forward, his golden eyes scanning each horse with mild approval. They’re calm tonight, he noted, his voice low and content. Good. At the far end stood Storm, a sleek black stallion with a thick mane and a white blaze running down his long nose. He lifted his head when he saw us, ears flicking forward, and stamped his hooves softly on the straw-covered ground. Henry let go of my hand and ran forward, his little feet thudding against the wooden floor. He stopped just short of the stall door, gripping the wood with his tiny fingers. “Hi, Storm,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.

A sound so raw it tore straight through both of us. We ran. Storm sat upright in his bed, clutching his chest, eyes rolled white — not glowing softly like they did when the Goddess whispered — but blazing. Outside, the snowstorm intensified, ice crusting across the windows like claws. “Storm!” I dropped to my knees beside him. “Baby, look at me. Look at Mama.” He shook violently. “Bad man… bacckk…!”

He pulled me by the hand back towards the horse, and my body recoiled with dread. Did I mention what we've been up to? So, at first, the horse—which I now knew as Storm— nearly threw me off its back when I tried to...make it move. We'd struggled with him for a few moments before I finally got the hang of it, but that was only because Aeron kept laughing at me.

They began to circle each other with heightened anticipation, and Storm's growl slowly echoed. Suddenly, Storm froze. The golden wolf's gaze sent shivers through his body. His heart raced with an uncomfortable beat. He tried to concentrate, but it was not fear. He had never been afraid of anything. He was the most respected warrior in the Frostholm pack. So why did he feel a sense of fear? The essence of Storm's wolf spirit was restless. An illogical whisper urged him not to attack the golden wolf. The reason was something absurd. He is the Alpha Usher, but it couldn't be; the golden wolf couldn't be Alpha Usher.