War Horse Novels & Stories

Most were already part of human mythology, so it was pretty easy. The only ones he hadn't heard of were the stoikheṓdes alogo, which were elemental horses. They usually only had one element, but it could be lethal. We bred and trained these as warhorses. It was strange since we didn't really go to war, but some of the patrols along the border were mounted, effectively giving the patrol an extra 'warrior'.

He could just want me back in my town so I can try to stop the war from happening. I’m flattered that my people would even go to war for me, considering that I am low-ranked and practically invisible to them. “Hold onto me firmly,” The guard informs me, and I wrap my arms around his waist. I can’t tell the last time I rode a horse. We have cars in our towns now, and the horses there are wild. The man says something that causes the horse to begin to move fast, with each second the speed increases and my hair blows in the wind.

This one being louder and ear-piercing as compared to the former sound. "NEIGHHHH!!!" That was the whinny of a giant white horse attached to a royal cart as the horse was about to gallop into the Forbidden Area. Due to the darkness descending around, the rider wasn't visible. As the rider was using the reins to control the horse that was going crazy and would often make whickers out of frustration, the rider said out of confusion, his voice jumping as the horse was making high galloping movements, "Why is it behaving like this?! Is it because I am riding it in a forbidden region?" The voice went silent for a brief second before pouring out again.

It made her bow down in agony and embarrassment. Xie was standing in the middle of a battle field in his vision. He was tied in the wrong direction on the horse back. These horses were the treasures of the wolf clan. They could fly but they had no wings. Xie's horse was however not flying. It was taking him in circles. The battle drums roared but the horse wouldn't stop. Xie tried hard to control it but he found himself unable to let go of the grip he had on the animal in fear that he might be dropped. The animal however stopped all of a sudden and stared running away from the battle ground. Xie tried hard but he couldn't turn its direction. He could hear the loud roar of jeering from across

I finally replied and with a smile, he took off his hat as he two boys brought out two horses from a stable. The first horse emerged, a majestic brown creature with a scar tracing down its face and adorning its legs. A distinctive white strip adorned its tail, accentuated by streaks of black. As it ambled into view, its mane, a rich brown hue, swayed with each leisurely step. The horse's eyes lazily fixed on me, and its lashes fluttered rhythmically, warding off the persistent flies that buzzed around.

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

“Some local championships are going on. Some starting tomorrow. Maybe your friend Willa will take you along. You have to see what it is like." With that, he strode away. I headed to the house. And right on call, Willa had come to search for me the next day. Horses were a thing in this part of Veridian. Although they used cars as well. But it was on rare occasions. Back in the north, our wolves and cars were okay. I rode behind Willa on the back of her white horse which I learned the name was Winner. She named him that because she wanted a name similar to hers and a name that meant something.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

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.

' I liked it even more when Kael gave me a genuine look of respect when my stallion, Nero, reared up under the stable arch, spooked by a mountain hawk. "Fine handling," Kael noted as I brought the heavy beast back to earth, my thighs gripping his flanks until he settled. "Foolish creature," I muttered, patting Nero's neck as the hawk circled above. "You’ve seen a bird before. Let's move." I pulled up alongside Kael’s mount—a massive, iron-grey warhorse that looked like it had been bred for a siege. "That is a serious beast," I said, nodding at his stallion. "Northern stock?"