Novel & Cerita Stallion Series

Ignoring Damian who clucked in annoyance because of Marcus' random actions. “What about this? Orion?” Marcus asked one of the caretakers to bring out a brown-skinned stallion with a fairly long mane. The horse's body was well-built and looked dashing. There is no doubt about its cleanliness and how it is maintained. Maybe if described it will only make Miya feel jealous. “Is this horse named Orion?” asked Miya who seemed hesitant to stroke the mane of the horse not far from her standing. “Take it slow, Miss. Orion is a docile and approachable breed,” the handler explained.

I wonder what my grandfather was hiding and why he refused to tell me the truth. As I unloaded the horses from the trailer, I couldn't help but take in the breathtaking equestrian facility before me. The barn was massive, measuring two hundred by three hundred feet. The left side of the barn housed twenty spacious stalls, each with a window for natural light and ventilation. The wash bay was spotless, and the two grooming bays were equipped with everything a horse could need to look their best. The large tack room, with its swivel door, was a horse lover's dream. It was spacious enough to store everything from saddles to bridles and had plenty of room to move around.

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

There wasn't any other available vehicle since Heron had taken the sports car; he must have been given a task by Senyor Saturnino. It turned out that the horse stable was quite far from the estate. We passed by fields of rice, which seemed vast. Lazarus mentioned that we could have walked the distance from the estate to the horse stable, but he didn't want to because of the heat and dust. When we arrived at the location of the horse stable, I was left speechless. There were at least two stables, each consisting of ten stalls. One stable was for male horses, or stallions. They would use the stallions for breeding.

“Mommy, come see!” Eager for the distraction, I joined her at the window. “Look.” Elva pointed down toward the stables. “It’s Nick-lass.” Nicholas and Lilliana stood near the entrance of the stables as horses were brought to them by stable hands. Nicholas’s horse was a regal black stallion that greedily accepted a sugar cube from Nicholas’s palm. The horse chosen for Lilliana was a brown and white mare that seemed nervous around her. The horse kept trying to sidestep whenever Lilliana came too close.

There had to be at least thirty stalls total all immaculately kept with a variety of different horse breeds poking their heads through open stall doors. A coal black Arabian played with the ends of my hair while I stopped to pet a rust and cream colored Paint. But the most magnificent of all of the beasts in this barn was in the very last stall. Kingston, was an Eighteen hand Gypsy Vanner stallion, with a jet black coat and white dappling on his hind quarters. His mane and tail were snow white with his feathers matching. I stood back as Ronan opened the stall and led the massive horse out. I could tell just by looking at the two there was a long, loving history between the two of them.

It took another three minutes for the small group of horses to reach them and when they did the group of horses still standing about in the clearing and the new horses melted seamlessly into on large group, and instantly the two large horses that had lead the charge made their progress out of the group and strait to Ezekiel's side. With a motion for Brandon to follow Ezekiel made his way over to the pair and without any hesitation he threw his arms around the black's ones neck and laughed all while saying. "Brandon say hello to Lazlo!" Ezekiel introduced, before giving the mighty horses mane a viperous scrubbing that it seemed to enjoy, despite the roughness of the act. "Lazlo is the only ma

Malric stood near the far side with a few male wolves, tending to the horses they planned to use. I spotted Lucien immediately. And beside him was Valor. I still remembered the white stallion’s name. But my lycan king? He stood between two horses. One was a giant black stallion. The other, a brown horse with white markings splashed across its coat. “So odd,” I murmured, oddly amused by his very specific taste. Irene chuckled beside me, immediately catching my meaning. “That’s the king’s favourite.” She pointed toward the black stallion. “Though once in a while, he rides the brown one.”

The stallion shifts slightly, then relaxes again. There’s something calming about that. “You look better,” Lily says. “I feel better.” It’s true. The noise in my head is quieter out here. For a few moments, I just stand there, letting myself focus on something simple. Something real. “What are you naming it?” Lily asks. I hadn’t thought about it properly before. I look at the stallion, at the way it holds itself, steady and sure, like it doesn’t need anything from anyone. “Mar,” I say.

The last of the line that birthed Rowena Solberg is a figure I want to keep my eye on. In truth, it’s strange that he’s here in the first place. Lord Faruk owns his own prized stallion, a buckskin he foolishly named Windrider. However, I know from saddling the thing damn near every day these past few weeks that it’s far from fast. Is he spending more time at the stalls of other buckskins? Could he possibly be trying to pass off another horse as his own? “Can I help you, my lord?” I ask as I sidle up to him.