Stallion Series Novels & Stories

Tenac asked. “I would love to” “Okay, come along, he’s in another stable” Tenac told her and lead her outside. “These two stables” Tenac said, pointing at the one they just exited and the one next to it. “They hold the general horses. Any rider or aari can use them after letting the stable master know. The two stables over there” he said pointing at two stables that stood at a nighty degree angle of each other. “Are where the horses that are owned by a rider are” he continued. “The last stable over there is for the horses owned by aari. Not many aari have horses, they mostly use the communal ones” he finished as they walked into one of the stables holding riders’s horses. “This is Addon” Ten

"I feel it too. What do you think?" "Hmm, it's true that it changes a lot! I would almost like you to choose me on Sunday." "I don't have that privilege," Britney laughed. "But slaves have no privileges!" an unknown voice behind them said. They turned around and knelt down. "It's her I told you about," Jim explained. "Hmm, yes, interesting, and the other one?" "He's a stallion so he's been allowed to keep his manly attributes but as you can see we keep him in chastity as he's still learning to obey."

I headed to the stable and smiled at Axis, he did know what he was doing and I was happily impressed. "I guessed the mare was yours," he grins and I shook my head. "The stallion is mine but the mare is fine," I chuckle at the shocked look on his face. His concerned eye gazed over my large stallion, the horse was a wild obnoxious beast and I loved him for it. Axis shook his head.

The horse’s fur looks soft… “Come over here. Do you want to touch him?” the man asked invitingly as he waved me over. “…Yes,” I admitted a little shyly. I stood next to the man as I stared at the horse in front of us. Since he’s male, he’s a stallion. He was big, tall, and had beautiful brown coat. I took in a sharp breath when the man suddenly took my hand. His touch on my hand felt hot as he slowly guided my hand towards the neck of the horse.

he stepped inside, and I followed, and the scent of horses swirled around me, I looked around and there were at least 10 in stalls, “Whoa, their beautiful.” He chuckled as he walked over to a huge black on, “this is Zeus, he’s mine,” he rubbed the huge horses head and it blew out a breath, “you can pet him if you like.” I walked over and put my hand on its nose and giggled, “he’s soft, and so big, is he a Clydesdale?”

Everything here ran like a well-oiled machine—efficient, ordered. But even the most disciplined systems had cracks. And I was learning where to find them. We reached the stables last, the earthy scent of hay and horse filling the air. Rows of sleek, muscled horses stood tied under the shade of wooden beams. A few pawed at the ground impatiently, tossing their manes. Aiden walked up to a black stallion and stroked its neck. The animal huffed softly, lowering its head to him. “This one’s mine,” he said, a faint hint of pride in his voice. “Name’s Ghost.”

It was about partnership. Just as racers needed the perfect car, riders needed the right horse. One that trusted you. One that understood you. Turning, she moved along the row, her gaze assessing each animal carefully. Strong, fast, disciplined, all with strengths, pros and cons of their own. But then, she stopped. A massive black stallion stood before her, its coat so dark it reflected light like polished obsidian. Its posture was proud but calm, eyes sharp yet curious. Mirena met its gaze for a second, tilted her head curiously, then reached out slowly.

The stallion responded instantly, building raw velocity with every continuous stride. I leaned my upper body forward, my thighs gripping his muscular sides with deep memory, feeling the exhilarating, raw power of the beast churning beneath my seat. By the ancestors, my inner wolf had starved for this exact feeling—the pure speed, the absolute autonomy, the rush of navigating a territory at full tilt. Once Patch's athletic metrics were fully satisfied, Sebastian guided a gorgeous chestnut mare out from the primary training paddock. "Grandmother recently integrated her into the estate line," he explained, keeping his distance careful and respectful. "An exceptionally gentle temperament. Perfec

My mouth opened and I nearly shouted it in greeting. I peered up at him. “I missed ye, Tiny Thing.” “I’m not tiny.” “Ye are next to me.” “What’s it like to be a horse?” I queried. Unable to resist wondering it aloud. “Stallion.” He corrected proudly. Clearly there’s a distinct difference in his mind. I knew what that difference was but I was unwilling to consider it, just now. “Yes. Fine.” I relented. “A stallion.” “Well, there’s parts of me that dunnot even hafta change.” He nodded down his body toward his groin.

Thump. Thump. From the dark woods, a giant wave of white horses and black wolves possessed my black magic ran toward the castle. But these were not normal animals. The horses had red eyes, and the men riding them were vampires. They wore silver armor that reflected the fire and behind them, thousands of mindless ghouls ran on all fours, screaming like hungry animals. "Hold the line!" Zayn’s voice boomed. It was so loud it sounded like thunder. He stood at the very front of the gate. He didn't hide behind his men.