Stallion Series Novels & Stories

Mr Rui ask . " Some are white gray , some fully white and some white brown . But we also had the black horse . Well.... let see . There we call him stallion types . The horse is first young master horse. He rides him to school . I brought him with me yesterday . " Fred points at a tall ,strong and sturdy black horse that follow beside Moo Shang's carriage .

I look around and find that I am in the stall with the Arabian Stallion, I recognize him by the white blaze on his muzzle, and the long member hanging from his belly is a good indication too. Though I feel that every creature on this planet deserves a little satisfaction and gratification, this stallion would have to wait for another night, because the only thing I am interested in this evening would be the cycling mare a few stalls over. Though I cannot smell it, the pheromones that she is releasing in her display of heat certainly appear to have an effect on this well-endowed stud, hence his apparent need to just let everything hang out.

he declared. The horses behind him, sensing the joyous atmosphere, neighed in unison, their voices carrying high into the air. The royal stallion, a majestic black beast with a gleaming coat, let out a particularly loud whinny, causing Inayat to giggle. She walked closer to the stallion, reaching out a hand to stroke its sleek neck. The horse nuzzled her gently, its eyes calm and intelligent. Inayat's gaze remained fixed on the royal stallion as she stroked its neck, her attention unwavering.

I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite. "Alright, now that you've met the pack, come and met the horse." I followed her into the barn and watched her flip on some lights. There behind a wooden door stood a large stallion. He was sandy in color, a black mane falling down his thick shoulders. He was tall and very intimidating. "This is Badger! He's a Lusitano, pretty isn't he?" I nodded at her, keeping an eye on the large beast.

He dragged her through the woods till they were in a small village, he hid behind a large stable peeping, she leaned forward to peer at what he was looking at but he pulled her behind him till one man walked out of the stable. When they were sure the man was gone and but of sight, Dragomir moved stealthily towards the stable and opened it, there were over twenty horses male and female and three ponies. Raisel looked at them with awestruck eyes, “Oh so adorable” “Raisel be on the lookout”, Dragomir said, he brought out a knife to untie one of the stallions, it looked just like Fury but it was much smaller in size and it had white specks in different areas of his body.

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that Stallion was the nickname she had given him, most likely from the night before, warming his heart. A stallion typically describes a man who is seen as strong, attractive, confident, and sexually active or virile. Roger caught up to her as she entered the shower, her cheeks blushing like a deer caught in the daylight. “Stallion, huh?" he whispered in her ear, his deep morning voice causing her to shiver in his arms.

Anne's hand tightened on his arm as they reached the stable doors. Cedric paused, sweeping his cane over the threshold to determine if he had clear access before he ushered her inside. "Their sire was the famous Firestorm. The two mares I have are called Winter's Heart and Autumn's Flame. I've been calling them Heart and Flame." Anne held her breath in excitement as Cedric counted the stalls, his cane tapping lightly on each stall door they passed. Inquisitive equine faces poked out of the wooden enclosures. Cedric set his cane against one particular stall door. "Ahh, this should be Winter's Heart."

The master of the ridge maintained a line of winter stallions trained for mountain hunting; running a beast through the snow sounded like a clean distraction from the scent of cedar and lilies. I headed directly down to the timber stables. My boots had barely touched the frozen straw when a male's playful, rumbling growl pierced the air from the center stall. "Aziel! Cease your nipping! Are your fangs attempting to claim my neck before the full moon?" A lazy, teasing rumble drifted from a massive warrior's throat. "Blame the heat of the stallion, Zoraya, not my instincts." I froze in the center of the walkway.

“Find the gentlemen a horse of their choice, Cole snapped. Confused, Oliver looked past Cole's head only to see a group of men who were now entering the stable. He gave a curt nod even though his lordship had already scurried past him to find his beloved horse. Within the long, rectangular, honey-coloured stone building. Set with windows and a central doorway was a long line of dark timber loose boxes. Each fronted by a grille above solid planking, and a carved knob atop each separating partition, and inside one of those stalls lay a handsome bay stallion, the colour of good brandy. One who was now receiving tender ministration from his master's hand.