The Pale Horse Webtoon の小説・ストーリー

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.

The horse strolled down the street to the children dressed in fine clothes. “Wait!” Suddenly, the girl on the floor yelled as she panted when some white Vesslars—all girls—made to drag her away, “What about them? You promised to free them.” She said demandingly. Hiskin’s bright eyes parted with the smile that smeared the corner of his lips. He steadied his weight as his black mare danced gently, turning his attention back to the girl. “I promised? Well, I think I lied,” He grinned and tugged the rein. His horse got the signal and averted his attention back to the street.

It was a ghastly sight as the right side of her face was a forgotten mass of tissue and blood. A man dressed in all black, walked in. His face was emotionless and cruel. She whimpered "please... I'm begging you. Please, let me go. I have a grandma and a son to look after. Please." He smiled, the shadow he stood in protected him from her words. "Really? Are you sure about that? What's the consequence of lying?" He asked. "Why are you doing this?!" "Because, my dear, I have a plan and it's working just as I've planned. You're just a pawn, my creature. Yes, my creature. Don't worry, you'll love the end."

She looked at him with a blank expression. "No one. What's wrong?" He lift his gaze to her. He looked at her in the eyes. She whistle loudly. Can she whistle that loud? I'm so fascinated not until a horse appeared. It was our horse pegasus. It has a crescent symbol on his forehead. A rare symbol for a horse. "I'm leaving. Do you really want to give me this?" she asked him and hope in the back of the horse. Why does my body feels inside her body. I can feel what she is doing. She looked at the man. She studied her expression.

Cassia looked at the horse. “I bet you would like to have that saddle off wouldn’t you.?” The horse nodded its head vigorously. Cassia began to remove the saddle and bridle. Once removed the horse dropped to the ground and started to roll around on his back. He then stood up and shook off the dust. “Feel better now?” Cassia asked and the horse nodded its head again. Willow and Cassia walked back to where BoldR was waiting with Liliana. They began to make their way to the village. The large black horse followed behind them. Everywhere there were corpses of men women and children rotting in the sunlight.

These memories were coming into his mind as he stared at the great horse on the cliffs of the upper mountains. Yvayn removed his cloak and the broken sword and set them down. He walked up to the horse, which was breathing heavily. It backed up the path, and the young prince followed. Yvayn held out his hand in friendship but the horse reared back and tried to set for another charge. This time, as the horse passed, he grabbed it by the mane and leaped onto its back just as he had seen in the stone pictures of Careath. The great horse was not too happy with this and tried to buck the rider. Next, he moved close to a cliff and tried to scare Yvayn. But that did not work, and the young prince he

“I don’t mean to give you a bad greeting immediately you just woke up but there’s bad news.” “Spill it.” “We didn’t get the twenty mature horses we ordered from Jarvel pack. Word reached me from their alpha that they couldn’t make the delivery and refund us because they were attacked by the revolutionary. The infamous cult had killed every member of his pack leaving only him alive to tell the story. He’s currently on the outskirts of his palace writing to us. We need replacements for the horses we sold yesterday. We only have five horses in the stable,” Luke lamented.

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

she says awkwardly, brows pushing together. “What happened?” I ask, going around to the back of the truck to grab one of my medical bags. All I know is that one of the horses got a pretty decent slice on his back leg, and I’m already planning on sedating the horse, cleaning the wound, and then stitching the skin back into place if need be. “Thor,” Josie starts. “I mean, the pony, fell through a weak board on the porch.” I actually stop in my tracks, resisting the urge to look at the front porch because she has to be kidding.

My father's cruelty knew no bounds, and soon, the blood from the whip splattered, dripping incessantly. My strength drained away, and I collapsed to the floor, my legs throbbing with pain from the bullet wound. But then, suddenly, the physical pain seemed to fade, as if time itself rewound to a simpler moment, one from long ago. The breeze was soft and carefree as the warm sunlight filtered through the trees. A young man, his face bright and clear, stood in the shade. A shy girl, holding a love letter with a heart drawn on it, approached him. "Zach, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?"