Stallion Series Novels & Stories

White fences enclosed pastures where thoroughbreds grazed, unaware their futures were as uncertain as the family that owned them. Emily stood in the main stable, surrounded by the scents of hay and leather that had defined her happiest moments for decades. The listing agent followed, making notes while a photographer captured images. "The breeding program records should be included in the sale," the agent said. "They add tremendous value. You've produced seven Derby contenders in the last decade." Emily nodded mechanically, her eyes fixed on Monarch's Legacy, her prized stallion. The horse nickered as she approached, recognizing the woman who had raised him from a foal.

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.”

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.

She had taken him in payment for a debt owed by another Don to her and this was going to be the first time she rode him, it suited her sense of the irony to take him on after the meeting she had just faced down. The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so.

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

Her mere presence simply irritates him. At the stable, they chose a good horses to ride on. Cristel ride with Alec for she doesn't know how to ride a horse. They chose to ride Alec's horse- Thunder Storm. It was a beautiful black stallion and it was the child of Black Tornado and Belle. She remember owning the horse the moment he knew that it was the decendant of Black Tornado. Guess he was that really fascinated to Black Tornado. She don't know why he named him Thunder Storm but the animal fits it's name for it was strong and storm like a thunder. He even hired a personal trainer for the stallion that even he was away from the hacienda, he can make sure he was well taken care of.

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

Vance let out a soft laugh. The stallions were picked for their aggressiveness and were then bred for war where the hostile tendencies were trained, focused and enhanced for both the horse and the rider. Vance stroked the velvety nose of his mount, narrowly missing the snapping teeth once again before turning and nodding curtly to his companion.

"Yes." "There's someone I want you to meet," Adam said with a smile. He whistled loudly, and then I heard a thunderous neigh. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful stallion running towards us. Its coat was shiny black, and its mane looked just as black and silky. As it ran, I could see its muscles flex as it gracefully ran towards us. The stallion stopped running as it reached the fence. I was amazed by its height. As it relaxed, I could see just how defined its muscles were. It nudged its head against Adam, pushing him back slightly.