Novel & Cerita The Black Horse

People turned their heads, and they saw a sleek black horse passing through the crowd, finally stopping beside Klaus. It was a horse with extremely glossy fur. Its entire body was jet black, like black pearls shimmering in the daylight. The horse's face was adorned with a bronze mask, and its brown eyes showed a similar rebelliousness as its master. Standing by my side, the nostrils under the mask emitted white mist. Klaus looked at me, nodding slightly towards the horse by his side. No words were needed; I immediately understood and grabbed the reins, mounting the horse. "She's just a slave. Are you going to turn against me?" Ron blustered as he watched everything unfold, trembling with fea

“I’m sure Dad will be thrilled to hear that part.” Asher laughed. “Maybe I should bring the whip to dinner.” Blair nodded, and turned as Theo yelled his name. “I’ll see you and mystery woman tonight.” Asher watched him leave, then he helped Rick round up the last horses from the corral and put them in their stalls. Blair wanted Black Moon to service Betty, but Asher wanted a foal first. Black Moon was – as his name described – pitch black, large, and as tame as a puppy, despite his fierce looks.

It sent fear into everyone present as they watched with bated breaths. Suddenly— “Who said she has no authority here?” A deep voice rang out of the darkness, clear and powerful, but no one answered. The ominous presence loomed heavily, sending a tremor through the heart of Elder Greyson’s men, and the few in the vicinity backed away, snarling at whomever watched them from the darkness. Then— A massive black horse emerged, its thick dark mane shifting as it rose with a loud neigh. The men shouted, falling on their feet as they scurried away to escape its hoofs.

The girl continued, "Don't think only humans have emotions. Animals do too. This horse is a bit peculiar. It has a bad temper and is stubborn. It came here with a white mare. They must have developed some sort of bond on the way. It must be infatuated with the white mare." "And the white mare?" Charlotte asked. The girl replied, "The white mare naturally prefers another white horse. The two were bought by the same owner and are kept in the well-maintained stables on the east side." Charlotte was at a loss for words as she looked at the emaciated black horse with a gloomy expression. "The white mare probably thinks it's ugly," the girl added. The black horse se

Today they have become closer than during the time spent on the Cliff. “I found out who killed the newts, but there were even more questions,” Nocté would give anything to be in the Black Cliff, away from this nightmare. The wet, sweaty shirt stuck unpleasantly to the body, making the skin itch. Hiding behind bushes and wide trees, they reached the stables, where there was a platform with numerous carriages. Some of the coachmen gathered by the fountain and chatted, someone sat on the box, drank and played cards with friends.

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"

Her smile never wavered. "I didn't climb onto someone's back." She straightened her shoulders confidently. "I learned how to stand on my own." The confidence in her voice made Sylvia's expression stiffen. "And that's probably why you're still angry after all these years." Belle glanced toward the ballroom entrance before looking back at her. "The worthless rat you're talking about?" Belle repeated with a soft laugh. "That rat happens to be holding the reins." She tilted her head slightly. "And if we're continuing your horse analogy, Miss Smith, then perhaps you should remember that the horse trusts the one guiding it." Her smile widened.

Arriving at the stable, he looked at all the horses belonging to Matt. Some are brown, black, and white. They are already docile and easy to approach. "Choose which horse do you want?" "Black seems attractive, he's so dashing," I said. "Black horse is Young Master Christopher's favorite." He said then opened the door of the horse's cage. Chris, I must forget him forever! A large and definite horse can be ridden by the two of us. I thought he would sit behind me, but apparently, he just walked down with the two while I sat on the horse saddle.

To my shock, two black-and-white swans waddled toward her, squawking as if greeting her. “What are they saying?” I whispered. Walda smiled slyly. “You’re not as stupid as you look.” I didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, so I just smiled awkwardly. “Eh?” “They’re waiting for a friend,” she said, puzzled. “But I only called these two.” Before I could respond, there it was again—a sound like hoofbeats. A massive, pitch-black Frisian horse appeared. Its mane shimmered like liquid midnight, and on its forehead glimmered a rainbow crystal horn. A unicorn.

It was watching me with intelligent dark eyes, its coat so dark it was almost blue in certain lights. "That one," I decided, pointing to the black horse. Damon looked genuinely surprised. "Really? I thought you'd choose the white one. Most people do." "That's exactly why I didn't," I explained, moving closer to the black horse's stall. "People always choose white because it looks fancy and beautiful. But black deserves just as much attention. Just because something isn't obviously pretty doesn't mean it's worth less." Damon was quiet for a moment, and when I looked back at him, there was something warm in his expression. "You ha