The Pale Horse Webtoon Novels & Stories

Below me, the city hummed with a restless, hungry energy, but my eyes were fixed on the ten-story brick facade across the street. It was my masterpiece. The Pale Horse. It was a sprawling, visceral mural of a skeletal stallion galloping through a field of fractured circuit boards and dying sunflowers a silent scream against the death of the human soul in the digital age. I had spent three months on that wall, dancing on rickety scaffolding, dodging police patrols, and shivering in the biting Atlantic wind. It was the only thing in this neighborhood that felt honest. Then, the black SUVs arrived.

But then, an image began to take form in my mind, vivid and unshakable, as if someone had pulled back a veil to reveal something meant just for me. Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it. In front of me was a pale rider on a pale horse. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shadows within them. Around them, a thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body—an aura of magic, raw and terrifying. Their hair, dark and long, was tied back in a ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine and feminine. They rode forward with a grim purpose, surrounded by flames and a was

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

Alpha Conan’s POV The horses whinnied softly as we entered the palace stables. Warm air, thick with the scent of hay, leather, and animal musk, wrapped around us, chasing away the chill of dawn. The torches flickered along the wooden walls, casting gentle shadows over the horses in their stalls. Henry’s small hand tightened around mine, his excitement trembling through his little fingers. “Which one do you want to see first, buddy?” I asked, bending down to meet his sleepy eyes.

Dankein said patted the back of the horse and the animal just nodded as if he understood everything Dankein said. Drampus was his royal horse. But due to the abrupt change in the weather of Siesta valley, the horse was not in good health and hence Dankein left him there in Trevor's care and took the other horse instead. Finding a spot nearby, he tied the horse over there and whispered,

She looked down at her horse running away from her, even her own horse wouldn't help her. **** A horse galloped towards Alex who was setting a trap to catch Rafaela and Lucas. Alex is quite surprised to see a mark on the horse's neck which indicates that this is a horse from Axton's kingdom. The horse seemed to direct Alex to meet someone. Alex was confused and followed the horse. Alex mounted the horse and the horse, without needing to be restrained, ran towards the place where it had originally been. Alex got down and was confused. Until finally his gaze shifted upwards when the Horse looked up. Alex was surprised when he saw Helena who was above hanging by a rope.

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

It would look strange if we did. I waited impatiently to see who they were expecting, and in a few minutes we heard the sound of a horse riding closer. I glanced at Hayden who had a stern look on his face, he didn't look bothered by whoever was coming. The rider rode his horse closer to the crowd and stopped midway. Revealing a man dressed in a royal cloak, his silk like dress was shining and his horse was completely white, signifying his nobility. We needed no one to tell us before we could tell he was from the palace, he glanced around like he was in search of something. Everyone who was murmuring stopped talking immediately he did that, the whole market became completely silent like a gra

‘Okay, tell me what is it that has made you so pale’ his voice held a mockery, Hannah and Aurora exchanged glances with each other, hatred for this man evident in their eyes but just because of their one goal they have no other option except to tolerate this man. ‘That girl… she isn’t only the white wolf and Luna of Caleb Donovan’ Cecilia paused mysteriously, the man’s eyes squinted at her, as if he was waiting for her to finish off. ‘She is also the Alpha!’ the man who was holding his breath exhaled in annoyance and looked pissed off. ‘This is the news you were talking about?’ he asked aggressively, Cecilia and other witches shivered at the change of his tone. ‘Did you know already about th

Her gaze swept over the thick and gentle waterfall of the loch and she gritted her teeth for not being able to spot the healer’s assistant. She had seen his horse, a black stallion with a white paw, which was tied to a tree only a few meters away and which was now watching her with his black eyes. “Don’t look at me like that!” she chided the horse in a low voice. He stomped his front feet and the brown saddlebag that hung from the side swayed violently as if he was trying to warn his master. She wondered what all herbs it must be filled with. Why couldn’t the Lore have cars and other amenities like the human realm? She hated the rules of the Lore—no pollution. Ugh!