The Black Horse Novels & Stories

Damian did not expect that the woman could act without fear of the warning he had given. His black horse seemed distracted by the darkness around it. That made Damian come closer and give a gentle stroke on Kaffa's back-the name of Damian's favorite black horse. "I am sorry for bringing you to this place too late at night. But rest easy, there's Orion and Hommie. You can be with them in a little while,” Damian said. As though Kaffa understood his owner's words, the black horse began to calm down. “You have arrived, sir.” One of the servants approached Damian hurriedly.

Whether it's because of the black color of the troops' attributes, or because of the distinctive smell of blood that still clings to swords, spears, and other weapons, the atmosphere was suddenly so dark that it's suffocating, unlike the one that looked full of joy. Everyone suddenly fell silent in fear, as the main character in the parade appeared. The Black Prince looked arrogant and cruel by riding a black horse of the shire race - the largest horse breed in the world -. In addition to the Black Prince's intimidating charisma, the townspeople were also amazed by how handsome the third crown prince was. His sharp jaw, high nose bone, coupled with cold black eyes seemed to frame his handso

She made such a big bet. "How can you remain calm?" Sebastian leaned against his chair. He looked at the black horse, who had already begun to speed up. His eyes twinkled at the sight. "It's not the end yet. No one knows what can still happen. Where did you find that black horse?" Asher walked up to Sebastian. "My family's scouting group was scouting Mount Nix when they came across it. It was injured at that time, but they still had to put in a lot of effort to catch it.

It obviously represents her personality. I walked over to the white horse, and just as I was about to mount it, Dianne spoke. “What are you doing?” She asked with furrowed brows. “Uh…getting on?” “That's not Storm. That's midnight.” Shit. Keira owned a black horse? Definitely not what I pictured for a calm and meek Luna. And their names? Who in the world names a white horse midnight?! That's something you'd give a black horse. Storm doesn't even sound like a good fit for a black horse, but it was better off compared to Midnight.

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

Soon to be my wild horse. She was still closing her eyes while biting her hand. Her cheeks were stained with tears, giving them a natural tint of crimson red. Her hair was spread all over the bed while some of them hid her face from me. Her chest heaved up and down with each shaky breath she took and that’s when I realized she had refused to wear the shirt I gave her and decided to wear her almost-nothing negligee again. Her erect nipples were teasing and gawking at me through her thin fabric and the urge to take them into my mouth was immense. I gawked at the ethereal beauty in front of me, imagining all the things I want to do to her, right this second, right here.

“Actually, I have a proposal.” I glanced at him as he continued. “Since this is your first time here, and I’ve greatly enjoyed your company, pick a horse and hope for the best. It’ll be yours if it wins.” “Really?” He nodded. I had absolutely no need for a horse, but I was going to tell Hera about this later, and she’d kill me if I just let the opportunity pass off. So, naturally, I made my choice after careful consideration of the herd. I picked the all-black one.

"I'm not going, then. Take these gentlemen to look around with Stella and come back for dinner later." When they arrived, the stable worker was grooming the horses. Cordelia's horse farm was well-made, and the horses were well-bred and of strong physique. As someone approached, all the horses in the stable eagerly poked their heads out of their stalls, except for one. That horse was a sleek black beauty with shiny hair and well-defined muscles. But, it did not stir. In fact, it turned its back on the approaching figure, Stella. Its name was Juno.

“Come on, Amethyst. Let’s take you outside.” I cooed to the beautiful dark horse in front of me, lightly caressing her jawline then gently grabbed the harness and led her outside the stables, to the closed pen. Once she got in the pen, I let her loose and she started trotting along with the other horses around the fenced area, her black short hair shining in the burning sun, standing out among the others as she was the only black horse, the rest of them being all brown.