The Pale Horse Webtoon Novels & Stories

It sounded as if it were in pain, so I forgot to answer Luka as I rushed toward the sound. On the top of a hill, where there was a single large tree growing, covered in cherry blossoms, a group of Centaurs was attacking a beautiful white horse. Without thinking, I rushed in to try to save the horse. Luka followed me and together we fought the Centaurs, although they didn’t seem like your typical monsters.

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

he said, his eyes flickering to look directly into her eyes as if he wanted to imprint the next words in her mind, "and when I want something, I don't take no for an answer." Instead of responding, she rolled her eyes and sped up to walk to her favorite horse, which was white in color. The horse was pink under its white hair coat, with golden hair on its neck, adding to its beauty. As soon as the princess touched the neck, it became quiet and calm. It seems like both of them share a unique bond with each other.

I assure him, determination burning bright in my eyes. Rhaenan finally assists me onto the horse after several failed attempts, and I settle atop the majestic beast with a triumphant smile. He mounts his own horse, a striking brown steed with a distinctive white patch between its eyes. In contrast, mine is a white beauty with a mane of flowing black hair, an unexpected yet captivating combination.

It seemed like it was telling him about something. “yes buddy? What do you want?”, asked Lt. Jim when he noticed that the white horse move anxiously towards the river. “wait, wait, wait, you want me to bring you back to the river?”, Lt. Jim guessed. The white horse nodded its head. “okay fine, let me pull one last arrow on your belly”, uttered Lt. Jim. The last arrow was stuck so deeply. The horse moaned in so much pain. It looked like its eyes were crying in silent.

• “You love Crimson, that was not part of the deal.” Alexis asked annoyed. “It was just a word of mouth.” Alpha Zaid answered. “Better.” Alexis replied. * The next day. Crimson was excited to try her new horse, it’s awhite female horse that look so beautiful. Alpha Zaid met her at the field. “Seems like you didn’t miss your training today.” Alpha Zaid said. “Yeah, I didn’t.” Crimson replied.

I watched Kalden as he marched around each carriage, and the girls settled into the square coffins as baskets of food were loaded into the ornately designed carriage. The golden mane of my horse brushed against my cheek before I turned to palm the huge horse’s nose as it neither and bucked happily, making a soft laugh escape my lips before I clamped it shut, relaxing into a smile. I hoped no one heard that, people might begin to think I was happy and relaxed, something no King with bloodthirsty enemies liked to be perceived as. I was about to mount the horse, after throwing a brown leather saddle over the girth of the horse’s pale frame, when I spotted the brunette village girl, tip-toeing i

But she’s looking at the screen, a slight frown on her beautiful face. “Can you make anything of it?” I ask, looking down at the image once again. The tiny stark moon surrounded by darkness. The black shadows around the edge are beginning to claw across the page. Then the man who has tendrils of the darkness wrapped around him, curling around his arms and back, and right in the centre is the wolf with pink eyes, surrounded by pink cherry blossoms. There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white.

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

Pain exploded from my scalp as a brutal force yanked me backward by my hair. A scream tore from my throat as I writhed in agony. Bright flames, ravenous eyes—these men were more terrifying than will-o'-the-wisps haunting a graveyard. "Don't waste my time! Kill her already!" Their savage laughter reverberated through the poisonous woods. The leader released his grip on my hair. The blade's gleaming edge caught the light, reflecting the misery etched across my filthy face. A flash of steel, a piercing pain in my chest—I couldn't bear it. I was going to die. The promises I made would remain unfulfilled.