The Black Horse Novels & Stories

The horse was ruthless, I haven't seen it roar like a beast in the presence of others makes me wonder how tamed he is. “Damon… sorry my lord” he turned to me with an amusing smile. The last thing I wanted was this man staring at me like his next meal and his horse was not making matters any better. It kept nudging me slowly from the side like a puppy wanting to be patted on the head. “Black is impatient and wants you to go with him,” Damon says walking over to us. He brushes the hair of black, slightly calming the impatient horse.

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Damn it, that woman beat me to it. It was too late for him to further speed up, and they passed the finishing line almost at the same time. In the end Black Horse team won with a 0.04 seconds lead. Everyone was speechless. Unbelievable!!

They both looked dashing as well. "Roisin, will ride Midnight," Torin smiles at his friends. "You're letting her on your horse," Adrit scoffed. Torin nods, eyeing him. "She's the black countess and needs to ride a black stallion," Torin chuckles. I watch as he leads a huge beast of a horse to me. I raised my hand to its nose and scratched the softness. The horse raised its head and shook its long mane. "Beautiful horse," I gushed.

Cassia looked at the horse. “I bet you would like to have that saddle off wouldn’t you.?” The horse nodded its head vigorously. Cassia began to remove the saddle and bridle. Once removed the horse dropped to the ground and started to roll around on his back. He then stood up and shook off the dust. “Feel better now?” Cassia asked and the horse nodded its head again. Willow and Cassia walked back to where BoldR was waiting with Liliana. They began to make their way to the village. The large black horse followed behind them. Everywhere there were corpses of men women and children rotting in the sunlight.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

"Let's pick out a ride." Clueless as a lamb at a wolf convention, I simply let him lead. As we approached the horses, a stable hand presented two options – a smaller, gentle-looking mare, practically labeled 'beginner-friendly,' and beside it, a magnificent black stallion, a commanding presence of muscle and grace. "Which one catches your eye?" Aiden asked. My gaze locked onto the black horse. Nearly two meters tall, with powerful, sculpted legs and a coat that shimmered like polished obsidian, he was a creature of myth. "He's absolutely stunning," I breathed, then, with a sigh of resignation, pointed to the mare. "But I should probably go with her."