War Horse Novels & Stories

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

Wherever this was going, Therion knew it wouldn’t be good. A horse once lived in peace, he was a horse prince and he planned to rule his horse kingdom once his father horse dies. But then he gets killed by his pig friend. Before any justice could take place, the pig dies, probably because of his filth. Now he prince horse has a younger brother but so does the pig friend. The new prince horse takes the brother to atone for the pig friend’s sins. Now Tina would you let the Pig wear what you wear? Tina who had been so invested in the short ode shook her head furiously and somehow Therion knew he was the pig

he replied, annoyed. The chauffer courteously opened the door for Alexander, who got out of the car with an air of arrogance. He strode towards the black sports car. He was a car lover and immediately recognized the model of the vehicle packed before his eyes. It was a BMW M2 which was known for boasting a meaner mug and sizable hips. It had a hard-charging, high revving twin-Turbo straight-sit, which eats up straightaways.

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"

The sound of galloping horses pounded into Minos' ear like war drums on a battlefield. It took him to a place he had been trying to forget, from a time he wished he was never a part of. He looked around and he saw an endless column of mounted warriors, with their lances and shields, charging across a bloodied wasteland. Something tugged on his left arm and as he looked, he found it tightly holding the reins of his war-horse. Something heavy weighed on his right arm and realized it was grasping onto a wooden spear. Panic rose to his throat and he tried pulling on the horse, signaling it to stop, but the mass of war-horses and riders surrounding them pushed further and further forward.

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Roy jumped up and perched on his horse. The white horse was designed with the logo of the Blackpool Pack. It was obvious that the horse seemed to recognized only him. As in the first place, the horse kicked away the two guards with its back foot when they made attempt to hold it down for Roy to get on it. The guards soon knew that they could not control the horses. Roy came out and with a touch of his gentle hand on the horse head made it calmed itself.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her. "Come on, count backwards from three!" shouted Mr. Kusuma. Three, Two, One Jeeeeng.... One tug Amelia opened the satin, and what the underneath was, HORSE! A shiny dark brown horse standing proudly in an iron-barred box. Imported horse, which must have more than seven digits. Amelia screamed with joy! "Alberto!" ***

The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it was as the house's fur was on fire, all the fur on the body of the horse was flaming. Bilimo saw Xasha was looking at the flaming horse and walked over to him, "this is a pegasus, they are no good in a fight, but they are extremely fast, they have always been used as mounts during wars. We use Shadow Unicorns as mounts, they aren't as fast as pegasuses but they can help out in a fight."