The Black Horse Novels & Stories

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

She truly cannot defend herself even after so many years. She has reached a point where she believes she is to blame for whatever happened in the past. She has trailed off her thoughts when all of a sudden her horse 'Neigh' abruptly rose in the air before going back on its four, almost crashing into Megara. Megara quickly held its reins and tried to calm it down but the more she tried to calm the horse the more triggered it became. That's when she noticed a black fog dancing around her horse. When her horse sensed the demonic power it immediately got alerted and tried to his alert the owner as well. It only calmed down when the screeching sound of her taking out her sword fell on its ears.

shrug his shoulders is his answer. The guards stood in front of them, as how they did when an unknown person approached them the other day. Loki walked up to the two guards. "Oh..." Loki reacted as he peeked between the two guards. "Let me see," Thor stood up to approach Loki's place to take a peek. Three horses in the back are two men both black, both horses brown. The one at the forefront was a very tall black horse, even the twins were amazed at the beauty of the black horse.

Just like before, he pretended like he never heard her. "That's Belle the white horse which as pretty as me." She said pertaining to a white mare. He finds the name of the horses cute most specially the black stallion. He just love that horse like he wanted to ride him. Not that he was fond with animals but this is the first time he got an interest with stallion and feels like wanting to ride on it.

“What’s the point of training that thing? It’s a low-grade breed.” He patted the horse beside him, a magnificent black stallion with a striking white patch on its forehead. “Look at this beauty, Black Whirlwind. Isn’t he something? I bought him at auction in Europe—cost me a few million euros,” Richard boasted, clearly pleased with himself. Zachary didn’t respond, but I could tell from his silence that he was bothered.

The sound of hooves clopping against the stone path draws the attention of the children. The first horse is a striking black stallion with a glossy coat, its mane is meticulously groomed, and it stands proudly, almost regal posture. The second horse is a graceful chestnut mare, warm with gentle eyes.

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“What was that? Is that another horse ?” Levi hesitates. “Um… yeah.” I follow the sound, leaving Levi behind. Inside another stall, a darker stall. It’s almost hard to see it at first because of how dark it is. It’s a black horse. Not just dark but black in a way that seems to eat up the light around it. Long mane, thick, falling over its neck. Way taller than Freya.. “Holy shit.” I curse. “What’s his name?” I glance back at Levi.

he reassured her but even as she looked into the black horse’s marbles eyes, she was scared. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t look like she likes me very much” she teased. “Nah… she’s just not used to strangers that’s all. Thunder you’re not a bad girl right?” Leonardo spoke to his horse a little more, the more he spoke the more exited the horse got. “So what kind of horse is she?” “She’s a black stallion, Texan bred-Arabian. Her previous owner lost all his money due to some gambling debt. When Thunder’s mother was sold, there was no place for her to go”