War Horse Novels & Stories

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single day if possible. His morning rides were the highlight of his days. He stopped Hera at a small little hilltop and gazed over his lands with awe. In the morning sunlight, he could see the farm already in action. Horses grazed in the pastures. Xerxes was training in the special enclosure designed for him. His staff was going about their duties, moving in and out of the various sheds and buildings. He l

The stallion’s sides heaved with exhaustion, flecks of foam clinging to its mouth. The gates opened just enough to let the horse through. The moment the horse staggered to a stop, its rider slid off like a sack of grain, hitting the ground with a thud. Blood streaked the side of his face, his lips pale. With the last shred of strength clawing its way up his throat, he forced the words out with every syllable trembling on the edge of collapse. “W… War… is coming.” The sound was little more than a broken rasp, yet it struck the air like an unforgiving blade, chilling the blood of every man within earshot.

But then Sera’s phone buzzed. She looked at it. Her face went white. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the phone toward me. A video. Grainy. Dark. But clear enough. Six wolves. All shifted. All with eyes that glowed with cursed power just like Kade’s. Just like mine now. And in the centre, a woman’s voice. Cold. Ancient. Terrifying. “Hello, Aria Steele. Welcome to the war.” The video cut off. And I realised Thomas was right about one thing. Killing him changed nothing. The real enemy was just beginning.

Troy slides her arm away from him and steps closer. “Hey, boy,” Dorian says as he walks over, and the horse practically beams at him, neighing and tossing its mane. It’s a pale white horse with long white hair flowing from its mane. As he brushes its nose, they almost look like one creature, except Dorian's braided hair is more silver than white. “Let's get you saddled up.” He opens the stable door, and the horse slowly walks outside. “This is Jackal.” “Jackal?” Troy asks. “Cool name for a horse.”

I suppose there was no politically correct way to call someone a war prize in polite conversation. The man nodded and opened the door to the room. A mini-sitting room came into view with several leather chairs arranged expertly around a small center table. Thick animal floor graced the floor and I shuddered when I spotted its wolfen head. Garrick inclined his head and listened for something, an imperceptible frown crossing his face.

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!

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

” Tonette tapped me on the shoulder while pointing in front of me. I jumped in panic when a creature I had just read in the book confronted me. Now, I can see its true form. ”W-Werehorse! W-Werehorse!” I stammered at the creature I had just witnessed. Half human-like, then half-horse. This is what a werehorse looks like. The werehorse lives in the farthest corner of the forest. According to what I read in books back then, werehorse loves to woo those who walk in the forest.

He was suffocated by it every day. She wasn’t lying when she said her beast was ruled by her emotions, she was out of control. A train too close to running off the tracks. A tip of the scale and she would fall into oblivion. “It is no longer just our war. It’s a war to end everything as we know it.” Norman spoke up, hurt filling his voice.