Stallion Series Novels & Stories

“That is one nice attribute of yours.” I rolled my eyes and began walking past him in hopes of getting this over with. I heard him follow behind, once in the stables, Hans the stable boy, had two horses ready. Isabella a chestnut mare, and there was a black stallion, which must have been his.

Note taken. I will be staying as far away from this corner as humanly possible. I have enough monsters in my life; I don’t need to add a four-thousand-pound one to the list. Leonid turns away from the black stallion, marching over to the adjacent stall where a beautiful, sleek white mare is calmly chewing on some hay. Her large, gentle brown eyes blink at us, her snow-white coat meticulously groomed. “You can have this one,” Leonid declares, his small voice regaining its demanding, authoritative edge.

Torin warned me. “Yikes!” “Yeah. I think I’ll give you this guy. He’s got a good temperament and is pretty fast,” Torin said as he opened the stall door to a black and white paint. “Does he have a name?” I asked. “Chip,” he told me with a smile. I laughed and said, “makes sense.” He took Chip out of the stall and secured him with a lead rope before walking a little further down to take a large red gelding out of another stall. He was beautiful and so tall.

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the other royal warriors to inspect it. “Your highness, it's the spy we sent. She's back!” John muttered as he checked the carriage. “What do you have here….Back so soon… Jane!” I walked toward the horse. It stood still as I approached. It was a rare breed, unlike ours—this black stallion was three times bigger, more muscular, and it had a savage look in its eyes. But it made no sound, almost like it's following a strict order. It looked like a machine made to kill but I would easily end it's life with my ring.

Andrew added, "As for the final race, your thoroughbred should have won based on pedigree alone. However, what you might have missed is that it was a stallion, while my pick was a mare, and that made all the difference." Mark looked puzzled. "What does gender have to do with winning or losing?" Andrew explained, "Your thoroughbred may be worth a fortune with legendary speed, but it's still an animal ruled by natural instincts. Unfortunately, your stallion was in heat, making it easily distracted by mares. My horse, though older, had one crucial advantage—being a mare. I'm sure everyone can figure out what happened when she got close to an aroused stallion during the race."

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

he said softly, which made my heart go wild. I bit my lower lip and nodded as I got teary-eyed. "I love you, too, Claude." We looked into each other's eyes before we got down to approach my stallion horse named Alexander. He was the royal lycan family's stallion horse trained to set on war just like this event that's happening right now. He was named after the surname of the royal lycan family of the Waevalon Kingdom. I caressed his snout. Alexander leaned to my touch, symbolizing that he was acknowledging me as his master along with Claude. This was Claude's favorite horse, too.

She looked like an excited child as I led her out of the stables, leading the two horses I had chosen for us. My jet-black Arab stallion, Morningstar and a cute palomino Arab mare, called Sunshine. It was clear Angelique had never been around horses before, but she seemed to have an instinct with them and soon had both animals demanding her attention for nose and ear rubs. I showed her how to hold the reins, grab the saddle and swing herself onto Sunshine's back. I was impressed when it only took her two attempts to manage it. We set off at a steady walk, and Angelique soon found her seat as I picked up the pace and the horses began to trot. She was so beautiful, laughing with delight as I u

Let’s hope she falls in love with me as well. He whistles. “Xavi!” The stallion snorts when it spots Damian, and starts trotting toward him. I move out of the way so they can do their bromance or whatever it’s called between two male species. The mare is led to where I am. She stops a few feet away, looking as hesitant as I feel, despite the stable man’s efforts. I guess that means it’s left for us to bond together or they get another one from the stables.