Stallion Series Novels & Stories

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

He remarked to his horse. “He’s beautiful,” Anna responded. “What type of horse is he?” “He is a stallion of the highest Thessalian breed. Alexander reached into his side pouch and handed Anna a medallion with his image on one side, and the horses on the other. “This is a mere trinket, but I believe it will look lovely around your neck, m ’lady.” Anna could tell by his manner, the man really did earn his “the great” title.

“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.

The stables were nestled at the far edge of the palace grounds, where wild flowers met the forest, and the scent of hay, sweat, and horses lingered thick in the air. Athena entered the stables, with a broom in her hand. She had never worked here before. The horses were enormous. Powerful war beast. Bred for royalty. Most were wild blooded, trained only by Elite handlers. Her eyes landed on one in particular—a black stallion, his coat gleaming like midnight silk. He stood apart from the others, nostrils flaring, eyes proud and watchful. They called his Onyx. And he belonged to the prince. He had been with the prince ever since he was little. They had a strong connection. The prince took him t

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."