The Pale Horse Webtoon Novels & Stories

"Bend down like grandpa, Daddy. I want to ride a horse." Pandora wanted to raise her voice. She wanted to say that Kingston couldn't do that. She could clearly see the outline of a bandage protruding from the plain white shirt Kingston was wearing. Helios had treated him and had probably left to do other work. The man was nowhere to be seen with Kingston—which somehow made Pandora freeze in silence. Aceli had asked for something unreasonable. But Kingston had already become a horse—not a majestic one. Rather, a lame horse for his niece. Pandora grimaced as she watched every movement of the hand splashed with hot coffee and the other wounds on Kingston's body.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine's laughter danced in the air, a delightful sound carried by the gentle breeze as Zayn shared the tale of his first horseback riding adventure. It was a story filled with youthful bravado and a runaway horse, depicting young Zayn being dragged upside down, his leg stuck in the stirrup, until a timely rescue saved him from what could've been an incredibly embarrassing (or even tragic) ending.

Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly. "Ah—Connor, I'm scared!" "Don't be. I'll teach you." Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline. The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back. The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…

Hungry. “Run,” Kade said. We ran. The forest blurred around us. Trees became walls. Roots became traps. And behind us, the cursed wolf gained ground. It was fast. Faster than any wolf I had ever seen. We broke through into a clearing. And stopped. The clearing was full of bones. Thousands of them. All arranged in circles. In patterns. In symbols that pulsed with dark magic. The Bone Lands. At the centre stood a hut. Small. Crooked. Wrong.

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

Smiths didn’t see why so he ignored this guard and then it started. The gate. The fucking gate. It was being torn open from the other side. The metal was screeching, it was deafening as it was being torn open. Smiths couldn’t believe what he was seeing and then it busted open. Standing there was a huge Pale at least ten feet tall. This Pale has bullet holes all over its body and was bleeding but it seemed to be just pinpricks to it. It had spikes on its back and a thin tail around five meters long. Its tail lashing, It out an ear deafening guttural roar.

Princess, Lia called running into my room. " Lia, what's wrong?" "I found something fun for you to do before you left, Lia muttered. " What's that?" I asked. "There is a horse outside that needs taming, it refuses to allow anyone to ride it, I just thought that maybe, it will let you. I smiled, running outside, I saw a white beautiful horse and a man was trying to get on it but it wouldn't let him. "Zara, that's the horse," Lia said from behind me.

“What is this place?” I jumped off the horse to get a better look at the breathtaking view of the paradise we were currently in. I heard everyone gasp in awe as they entered the portal. We were on concrete pavement and it was leading to a stunning white palace ahead. It was three times bigger and extravagant than that of Queen Morrigan's palace. Looking from afar, everything was painted in white and the windows seemed to be made of dazzling gold. What kind of people are living here? Or are they even people? This place is terrifically marvelous. I badly wanted to ask the horses since they're the one who brought us here. But it won't make sense since I don't understand them. I wonder if Namir

Nathan pleaded, weaving a tapestry of innocence and persuasive charm into his young voice. Stephen, the mediator between a child's impatience and parental responsibility, stole a quick glance at Delilah. Her approving nod became the silent green light to fulfill Nathan's wishes. The family trio, fueled by the promise of equine adventures, ventured to the backside of the house, where a quaint stable cradled 4 to 5 meticulously cared-for horses. Nathan, on the cusp of a thrilling encounter with his four-legged friends, radiated infectious excitement. Delilah, a spectator to her son's joy, revelled in the warmth of a happy family moment.

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea