Stallion Series Novels & Stories

“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.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

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.

I asked. He unlocked the barn, leading the horse slowly out of it. It neighed, scowling at me with those dark beady eyes. I stared back, enjoying the challenge while Jade tried to pull me away so it wouldn't charge at me. “Petty much?” she cackled. “The horse doesn't seem to like me. What's his name?” “Polly,” he answered briefly. “He's a six year old stallion, fast and fit for races, but the owner sold it to us for tourism purposes. That's why he's so cranky,”

He said. I did what he said and Apple came nearer so I stroked his mane. "How old is he?" I asked while stroking his mane. "He's eight." Wow....he's big. I then went to the three horses. "That's Sasa, Storm, and Blaze. Blaze is Stella's. Sasa is Storm's mother." Oh that's why they look a bit alike. I stroked each of them and I liked Storm. Marc gave me carrots to feed him and the others.

“So are we going to this stable of yours then?” “No, I have a private stable for my family’s horses.” I smile at her. I am glad she seems interested in what I do, meaning she’s interested in me. That’s a good sign. “What kind of horses do you have?” “My horse is a Friesian and his name is King. Keila has an American Paint named Rain and Mark has a Mustang named Bandit. My mother has an Appaloosa named Lady and we still have my father’s horse. A Friesian named Beau. We keep other’s around that we like to lend out to kids, mostly Paints or Quarter horses, who enjoy equestrian but can’t afford a horse of their own. We don’t charge them to rent the horse but we expect that the kiddo using the ho

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

My pretty, little mare, Radiance, is small compared to Kenneth’s giant, and aptly named horse, Goliath. Radiance is an Arabian stallion, beautiful and elegant. My father got her for me on my thirteenth birthday, saying that a princess needs a horse that matches her in grace and beauty, and Radiance is definitely that. My father got her young, before she was old enough to learn to carry a rider. She and I bonded for several months before I began to train her. I’m the only person that she’s ever carried on her back.

Stella asked as she watched the Black stallion with fear in her eyes. “It is.” Kellar confirmed as he has seen the stallion with the elf prince when they first met. Kellar moved forward and stretched one of his hands out. “Your name is Midnight, right?” As if recognizing his name, the black Stallion moved forward and lowered itself to allow the to children to ride on its back. Kellar helped Stella up before he hopped on himself. The girl seemed uncomfortable and even let out a slight yelp when Midnight got back on his feet. “I have to tell you something.” Stella looked back at Kellar. “I have never ridden horses before.”

So, three days after their deal, Cain started training her to ride. The very black colt that Lianne had befriended when she was the age of twelve had been shipped to one of Garlow’s chateau to her dejection. Cain instead gave her a stallion, straight from the Soulisse mansion, handpicked by Cain himself for the princess to ride, and it was a pure white Hanoverian horse; tall and slender, with strong limbs and robust, powerful body - exactly a trainable horse that was perfect for the princess. She immediately named the young creature, Arinna.