War Horse Novels & Stories

In his place sat a massive, iron-grey wolf the size of a warhorse, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, vaporous breaths. The horse beneath him didn't bolt; it was accustomed to the change. The outlaws’ horses, however, screamed in terror, rearing up on their hind legs and throwing their riders into the snow. "Lykan!" one of the renegades shrieked, scrambling backward on his hands and knees. "It’s a war-pack!" The beast that had been Commander Kaelen didn't bark. He launched himself from the saddle, flying through the freezing air like a siege bolt.

With confused eyes, he looked at all of us. "Why are you all laughing," he asked in confusion with both hands on his hips, not knowing he was almost looking like a white monkey. The question made kids laugh even more. Not getting an answer from us he walked towards the reflecting glass door. His expression became a horse's one when he saw himself.

she asked softly, fingertips still on the horse's withers as if she received strength from the horse. Atlas, of course, held steady. He was bred to be a warhorse and, more importantly, a horse of Ares. Like any animal, horses can sense certain dangers. As an Ares, similar yet different from a Hades, I am seen as dangerous to animals. I clicked once as I guided Atlas into a turn to head back to the healing tents my group had brought the members of Apollo House to. "If it wasn't, I was not told. I named him four years ago when I chose him as my horse." I explained.

"It's been far too long, my friend" I picked up a brush and I started brushing Apples. He was an older horse. Storm had named it himself. He was a Hanoverian horse that was black with no other spot in sight. It made her name funny. He was good natured, beautiful and a competitive animal. I liked him well enough even though he lacked the cruelty of an Arabian horse. Apples knew he was a beauty and he carried himself as such. I kept brushing Apples until I heard a sound behind me and turned around.

Serena I had heard it from rumours and from people talking but none of those words could do justice to Darius's pack. It was… for the lack of a better word, enormous. We used horses and I wondered how horses could survive with wolves seeing that horses had strong senses and they would run away from predators but Darius told me that they had had this breed for a long time. “It's a cross breed between a horse and a Centaur. So, like us, it has animal and human instincts and we have a mutually beneficial relationship," he told me and wow!

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!

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

It's amazing how that woman's smile can have such a powerful effect on my state of mind, even when I received the news of the death of Gio, the man we infiltrated among Aldo's people. “You have to build a stable for the horse, and its nutrition is important, it's a purebred Arabian horse, Wolfgang, it's extremely important that—. Wolfgang, are you listening to me? I look at Edel. "Yes, of course. You continue with what you were saying."

“Aube” is a French word meaning “dawn,” symbolizing purity and new beginnings. This name reflects the horse's pristine white appearance and the fresh start it represents. The horse was an astonishing shade of white—so pure it seemed untouched by the world. Even its hooves and ear tips were free from any blemish, like a creature sculpted from snow. Grace had chosen Aube in Poland when she was just fifteen. Now, eleven years later, the mare was approaching her sixteenth birthday. Born of champion bloodlines, both her parents were world-class equestrian competitors.

The white horse nodded its head. “oh God, what do you want me to get from dear?”, asked Lt. Jim again. The horse bitten one of the grass near Lt. Jim and chewed it. “you are hungry?”, asked Lt. Jim. The horse nodded its head three times. “why do I need to dive in, you can have all the grass here, I don’t eat them”, exclaimed Lt. Jim. The horse moved its head like it was saying no. “oh wow, okay fine, you are the most demanding mammal I have ever seen”, mumbled Lt. Jim.