The Bronze Horseman Novels & Stories

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on October 28, 1776. He was decapitated by a flying cannonball, and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield while his comrades and troops hastily carried his body away.” “Thanks for the quick run down in history Alexa.” Gabe responded, “But why the bloody hell is he attacking our pack? what the hell do that guy want?” I said as I left my office, “He is here for Isabelle. He is after her, just like every other monster. I have to take care of him myself.” Gabe trailed behind me and asked, “What can we do?” I was reassured, “Make sure everyone is safe. I’ll

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.

He ran seeing only the silvery lacework on Elira’s skin, growing with every beat of his own failing heart. He stumbled into Oakhaven as the sun dipped low, a wild-eyed, dust-caked specter. He threw a heavy purse of gold at the stunned stable master, pointing at the biggest, stoutest draft horse in the stalls—a shaggy, ill-tempered beast named Tor. He didn’t haggle. He didn’t speak. He was in the saddle and gone before the villagers could mutter more than a prayer against his clearly mad spirit.

He said, feigning thoughtfulness. Boro's eyes shot up, one hundred gold royals for a horse? That was much more than he had anticipated or wished to pay, so he asked for the stable master to show him the rest. While Hogan claimed that those he showed Boro would suit his needs, he was unhappy with the options. One he was shown was long in the legs but compact; it was a strong gelding but looked more like a plow horse for all that. Another was short and frail, it looked to barely be able to hold a child let alone a man.

The man asked. Bron smirked and mounted one of the horse, he helped me up too. “ You will find out eventually..” He said and cued the horse, forcing it to start moving. “You will pay for this! Run when you have the chance!” the man yelled, still groaning in pain. We rode until they were no longer in sight, I heaved a sigh of relief. What a long night, I might not survive this ordeal as things stand. Bron slowed down after we were far away from the men. “I should have seen this coming, They were rogues.” He muttered.

"I think you lot are misunderstanding something here. What we're here to do. We're not here to kill her. We're here to bring her to Death." Eros's eyes widened. No. That couldn't be what he was talking about. "When you say death with such emphasis, you're saying that as a person, aren't you?" Ruby smiled. "That's it. We're here to take her to one of the Four Great Horsemen. The Horsemen of Death."

He walked over to the bronze horse and began scrutinizing it. It was strange. Sebastian had never noticed anything unusual about the bronze horse before. Why had Lyanna specifically asked for it? As he scrutinized it further, he realized something. Although the bronze horse's body was shrouded in dark energy, there were actually four red clouds on its hooves. Red symbolized blood, but it also represented life. In contrast, black symbolized death and destruction. There was life and death energy on an object. The intertwining of life and death represented reincarnation.

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

Wolves were quiet creatures, which was nice at times. I took a deep breath and watched rider after rider go before me. Soon it was down to the last five and I was one of them. I looked up at the scoreboard and saw that there were some really good scores that were going to be hard to beat but not completely impossible. When my bull, Armor, was loaded up into the chute, I sighed in frustration when I saw him. This was going to be tough. He was a dark gray Brahma bull with three-inch horns. Brahma’s were mean bulls and if my head hit the hump on his back, even with a helmet on, it would knock my ass out. I needed to be smart with this ride. My movements needed to be perfect out there.