War Horse Novels & Stories

I stared at the black beast in bewilderment, and he nudged me softly. “Do you want me to…pet you?” I questioned in shock as he tilted his head again. My hand was shaking as I lifted my hand and reached for his forehead. My wolf stared with wide shocked eyes when the horse lowered his head for me to reach. I was petting him before I knew it. Not a single soul would believe me if I said, me, a werewolf petted a horse! A living, breathing horse allowed me to pet him! "Get away from him!" When I heard a scream, I shrieked. I turned around to find Erdem rushing to where I stood. My eyes widened in confusion as he yelled nonsense while riding that white horse like a warrior. He looked so magnifice

It was a tight situation for Alexander, who wanted to protect her, but he wasn't going to give up. Although the number of henchmen was quite large, the situation was even easier than it appeared, as the werewolves refused to give up in the face of this problem. They were on the ground, with many henchmen on top of them, even a warrior, Sparta, seemed to be defeated by the henchmen, he was subdued and they were just laughing at him.

Toby looked shocked as he said, "Legend has it that the dam was named after a settler's horse named Pretty Boy." Toby went on: "The horse was a beautiful white colt, a gift from a loving father to his beloved daughter Josephine. The pale white horse was the pride of the community, but on a stormy day, a flash flood swept him into the raging rapids, and he was lost forever. It is said that if you see the pale white horse, you're in big trouble. "The horse is warning you! " Beth then said, "I was always told that story as a little girl, but I have never seen the pale white horse."

she announced joyfully, pushing the dog aside to show that he was free. The dog recoiled from her and shook his whole body, as if he had freed himself not from just one rope, but from a whole net. The girl, making sure that everything was all right with him, stepped aside, looking more closely. He was definitely much larger than any shepherd, resembling it only vaguely because of his pointed ears. The height at the withers is almost to the girl's waist, with high strong legs, a massive front part of the body and head. Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat.

But even I can see that he’s well aware that this is not an appropriate choice for her. “Why did you even let them bring a horse like this,” I sigh, shaking my head and letting Auden see my frustration. Vivi, I know, won’t be talked into accepting anything besides this gorgeous, eighteen-hand war horse with his silky black coat and full mane. “I didn’t let them do anything,” Auden murmurs, crossing his arms and leaning close to me so I can hear him even though he keeps his eyes on Vivi, who giggles as she scratches between the giant horse’s ears when he lowers his head low enough that she can reach. “I just…told them to bring their best, and they did. I mean…”

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

"This aroused the dissatisfaction of the other tribes, so the coalition forces attacked. The general led his men to fight, but from then on, he disappeared." "The general had a daughter. After learning that her father had gone missing, his daughter was heartbroken. She cried and complained in front of the general's war horse, hoping that the war horse could help her bring the general back." "She also said that if the horse could bring back to the general, she would even be willing to marry the war horse." "It was unexpected that the horse suddenly ran and left. Later, the

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.

She always believed I could do things others thought I couldn’t. That memory wrapped around me now like a shield. I leaned forward, whispering against the horse’s ear. “Hey, big guy. I’m not your enemy, alright? Just help me get through this without breaking my neck. You and me—we’re on the same side.” The horse snorted. My lips twitched. “Yeah, I know I sound like a damn idiot. But just… trust me here.” For a heartbeat, the horse’s ears flicked back and forth. Its muscles shifted under me like it was testing me, weighing me. And then—clear and sharp—a whistle cut through the air from somewhere in the crowd. The horse stilled, head jerking slightly, then relaxed.

A dear friend? I would have loved to ask her who this dear friend was but I knew that was a deeply personal question, instead I asked, “have you been to the Blackthorne pack of late? Perhaps you have heard that Luna has a special warhorse, Sheila? I am looking for a horse that can rival that,” I could not see her eyes but I could sense that she was looking at me rather curiously. “I have heard of this horse. Allegedly it is more than a war horse, it can sense danger and warn her master and she can also fight. Do you mind me asking what you need this horse for?” she asked me.