The Bronze Horseman Novels & Stories

Suddenly, in front of Samuel appeared a team of about five hundred iron cavalrymen. This group of people wore golden armor and stepped on fierce beasts. When they appeared, they were like a burst of golden light, almost making people unable to open their eyes. However, compared to the visual impact, what was even more terrifying was the impact of this cavalry. They almost rushed forward. The giant body of the strange beast and the long spear in the hands of the Golden Horsewoman were like a thorny wall. Before the men in black who had just landed could react, they were instantly rushed to the edge of the battle trench by the huge impact force.

Alexa explained as Gabe continued to give her an extremely confused look. "You know Death. From the folklore." She sighed at Gabe who continued to look at her like he didn't understand a thing she said. "His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant. Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on 28 October 1776. He was decapitated by a 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 said, "But what the hell is that guy doing here?"

In the centre of the six, on a war-horse the size of a small house, rode the man. The horse was black. The man was in black, and the silver of the king's wing was on the small clasp at his throat, and the small silver wolf of Velmoria was on the buckle of his sword belt, and he wore no crown and he did not need to wear one. Every Lycan in Ironbough knew his face.

In fact, the gentleman who paid this visit, with a serious look, saw nothing but a first stop or a virtuous satisfaction only at the royal palace, so he amazed passers-by with the charm of armor, the luster of spears, the sparks of shields and not only the beauty strong and robust stallions accustomed to tiring journeys. The nobleman did not want any security, but trotted resolutely, the last servants who watched with a frown on their foreheads the bronzes of the golden helmet with a white mane, very thick like the clothes of a proud peacock. The horsemen entered the wooden drawbridge and, passing through the walls, breathed a sigh of relief at the fear of a mad attack. but he cared nothing

His surname was shocking Ming Jun from Jilin . " The last item. !" The auctioneer said loudly. Few pictures shows the horse sculpture . Then two men brought the glass box with horse sculpture to the stage . " It is made from the high grade white jade. the eyes are from the green emerald. It's engraved here , it's a sculpture of general Ming Jun 's war horse . The biding start with six hundred million yuan . " Well , the jade itself shows how big the jade needed to make this sculpture. It's as high as the two or three years old child and it's about half metres long.

Manolya’s POV I couldn’t help it. I looked back only to see Sagittarius thundering forward behind us on his four hooves. His lower half gleamed with the metallic sheen of a horse, Akhal-Teke gold, smooth and glimmering. His upper body was human, muscular, with tousled blonde locks. His eyes were a cold blue steel hue. He saw me looking, smirked and shouted, “Thousand Arrows!” Then he multiplied into a hundred riders.

Beautiful and dangerous. I found myself standing just outside of the Antique Shop, lingering in front of one of the large windows. A child's rocking horse sat on display, but there was nothing old about this antique. The horse was a brilliant shade of white, with multicolor crystals embedded in its mane. The saddle was a beautiful shade of red, in complete contrast with the golden mane and tail.

Ryder was looking at Darius backing out of my bathroom with his head slightly bowed to me in total shock until I got close enough to him and he then felt it as well instantly dropping to his knees which made Darius’ eyes open wide knowing if he didn’t get out of there, he was going to be doing the same thing. I could see the panic in his face before he turned around to run away but it wasn’t because I was powerful it was due to his pride and him never wanting to come to terms with the fact a wolf could bring him to his knees as to him I’ll always be the weak wolf who has no family, whereas he was a Lycan Prince the most powerful creature apart from his father but he was to be King someday an

After he spoke, a few thousand soldiers leaped into the air and charged directly towards White Horse! White Horse felt excited to battle when he saw the New World grand army charging at him. “Ha-ha-ha! Just in time!” he said, laughing loudly. After he spoke, he swung the ax fiercely! Bang! In the next second, a golden ray that looked as if it had sliced through the sky and the ground, charged towards the thousands of New World warriors!

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.