Novel & Cerita The Bronze Horseman

He tried to look unbothered—nonchalant—but I saw the pulse pricking dark against his throat, the way his fingers trembled before he shoved them back into his pockets. "Nice looking horse," he said, voice clipped, eyes on the black animal that looked every inch ready to snarl. The horse was magnificent—intimidating, all muscle and shadow—because Jaxon had deliberately given Daniel the biggest one. Massive. I couldn't name the breed, but damn—tall enough to eat the sky. Daniel and Jaxon themselves were big men; the horse simply swallowed them whole.

“You say that like you don’t enjoy the killing too, brother.” I didn’t answer. Instead I swung up onto my own horse—a dark grey war charger bred for endurance and strength—and raised one hand to signal the advance. The gates opened smooth and silent, and we rode out in tight formation, hooves thundering against the stone bridge that spanned the palace moat before we turned north toward Blackthorn Ridge.

"It seems that no matter how many misunderstandings we have, he will never abandon me." Dark figures appeared at the edge of the forest, dozens of highly trained warriors closing in fast. The tall figure in the lead... I would recognize him anywhere, even through the thick smoke. Horton. He was back. Marcus gritted his teeth and yelled into his communicator. "Activate all defenses! Don't let them get through alive!"

VENUS But Bronze doesn’t listen. His rage snaps like a whip as he storms toward Rowan, fisting his shirt collar and slamming him back against the wall. I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, as Bronze bares his canines, his eyes glowing with fury. “Is this what you wanted?” Bronze snarls at him. “To take what belongs to me? Is this how you plan to sabotage me?” My brows knit together in confusion. Sabotage? What is he talking about?

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

“Matthias and Ruby Rivers have made their view of me known. They’ve chosen their side.” I’m not feeling that charitable to our former allies either, so I don’t push the topic. Kane puts on his helmet and swings on top of his steed. The black stallion Aramis is large and fast. My horse is his brother Porthos who is of a similar build. A squire hands Kane his shield. We are faster than horses when we run, but we may as well save our legs while we can.

Sighing, he leaned back looking up at the sky, “We have a special animal in our lands. Humans don’t ever see if because it stays far away from the barrier. It’s called a unicorn. It’s absolutely a dazzling spectacular creature. It’s skin is pure starlight with a mane stretching far more like pure silver than anything Emnore could ever muster. It’s horn, it’s said, is made of sunlight and to even be graced with it’s presence is enough of a deine blessing to create the most splendid fortunes for the rest of your life.” I wanted ot know what he was getting on about, but I figured he was going to get to the point eventually. “There are so many tales of people claiming to see this large horse who

I could feel the energy rolling off him and knew he was a monster, but I couldn’t tell what he was. The people in the caravan, riding their carts, leading their cows and mules and trying to control their suddenly malcontented horses, were so intent on the Pyre Army and their vibrant gold chain mail that no one noticed the bony man. Green fabric was wound around his scalp. Binding his hair back from his face. He eased further from the group, tucking behind a bush. A rearing horse walked between us, blocking him from my sight momentarily. The horse was staring at me wide-eyed. Dancing sideways in alarm.

I may not deserve it, but I needed it. “Thank you, Sir.” I picked up the pouch, then handed him a gem. “Can I please buy a horse and your carriage?” He grinned at me, then let out a laugh. It was only fair to buy them since he had given me so much already. “Yes dear, you can. Let’s go pick you out a horse.” He got up from the table, and I followed, grabbing the cheese off the plate. I felt I could eat a little bit now. He had cheered me up by talking about how kind my mother was. We went into his horse barn, and there were 3 horses. There was a white horse with an odd mark in the center of his back. It was the shape of flames going down his spine with wings on either side of it. The mark le

"Pffft—!" The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth. "Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze. Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act? "Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once." As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.