War Horse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

Making the full moon night to be changed into a new one. But the bloodhounds don't stop. Roaring back ,they attack. And that's how the war begins. With a thousand against one. Marking a beginning to the most awaited war in history, with no one believing that the villain will become their hero instead. That their killer will be their saviour. That the wolf with the power to bring upon death, will fight for the lives of innocents. And his heart changer will be no one, but the girl. Alexandria King

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.

the girl argued almost in a whisper. "Listen, it's just how you feel. Blake doesn't like being called 'Blake', he's just a 'horse,'" Illarion muttered, but he also seemed to have accidentally started calling the horse Blake. "And don't put too much emotion on an animal, you don't know when it will die. Especially when he is 'only' a means of transportation on the battlefield." Illarion turned around after saying that he had lost too many mounts during the war, and all of them died horribly. Amanda looked at the man's back sadly, 'I think you also think that the horse is not just a 'vehicle,' sir.

The old man responds in a somber but slow tone. Leon stands but he still has his back facing the horse and the old man. Those red hues manage to slightly shift in the direction of the other two as if looking behind him. "What should I do Syles? The circle and becoming an Abyssal knight are titles that bestow honor but a part of me is screaming, and that part of me is calling myself a coward for leaving my father with those monsters." Syles shake his head in defiance. He pulls out one of the old wooden chairs that sit in one of the corners of the space. He sits in it and begins to brush the side of Liliana's stomach. The old man takes a moment to think but once that soldiery breath of air pas

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

People lunged from its path. The huge War Horse was heedless as it slid to a stop before Savage. He hopped agilely atop it. Absent a saddle. It rides no better. He saw no need to burden his horse with trivialities. “Disloyal Wench!” He saw Belline peer from around the stables to his left. The white bandages crossing her face drawing his attention in the dim light. He heeled Delcourt that direction and saw her lunge out to try and run across the courtyard.

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

White wolves are omega, omega belongs to the alphas, they are our babies, and it's our job to take good care of them. Back in the old days, the omega used to be killed, they weren't needed since the war between clans was on and the Omegas were too vulnerable to keep. Most of the omegas died, and now after the war ended, the omegas are cherished, they are rare and precious, having an omega is a sign of welfare, a sign of being a very strong pack. A pack that can take care of omega is one that's very wealthy, and powerful, the other five clans that have the omegas, are the most known clans, wolves who want to join other packs try their best to join those big clans.

The horse turned and snorted in Kealy’s face the moment her hand touched its neck. “How the f**k am I supposed to work with this?” Kealy whined, copping another snotty snort in her face in reply from the horse before anyone else could reply. “I get the feeling, the horse may like not swearing,” Cassius said with a smile, “Also, by the looks of it, this may have been a warhorse, judging by the muscle set and scars. Once you earn his trust, he will be a strong mount.” “I don’t want an ex-warhorse,” she sighed, turning to Venya with a pleading look on her face.