War Horse Novels & Stories

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.

I plugged in my headset and the lyrics of 'diamond heart' flooded my ears. I was probably...(let me calculate..) too far away from home when a blue Ferrari stopped by the side walk close to me. My First thought was : He's back. He's come to kill me and mum. Maybe that was two thoughts but I didn't care. The window rolled down and I saw Matt? What the? "Hey Anne. Need a ride?"

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.

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.

Aslan looked happy, because he was free to leave the gates of the house, especially free to ride. Like Hujan's black horse, the white horse also didn't want to enter the black forest which was across from the riding area. The difference is that the white horse is smoother, the white horse stops slowly and then turns its back to the black forest. Hujan realized what was in front of him, he got off the horse. Taking something from under the cloak, a white shawl, he covered the White Horse's eyes with the shawl. He hugged Kang Putih lovingly while whispering.

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."

Refined, obedient and predictable. Alexei, of course, ignores the stable master completely. He walks past the saddled horses and straight to the back stall, where a massive, half-wild warhorse is kept. It’s a wild beast of a creature, a dark bay with a vicious temper and shoulders thick with muscle. The other wolves are afraid of it. Nobody rides the stallion since his owner passed. The horse snorts, ears pinning back as Alexei approaches. Alexei just murmurs something low and rough in a language I don’t recognize. He unlatches the stall, slides in, and swings onto the horse's bare back with one fluid, powerful motion.

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.

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.