War Horse Novels & Stories

"Someone has purposely poured black rosewater on my horse carriage. Now my chariot is broken. Destroyed. Even my horse melted into black smoke." "Melt?" asked the host's assistant. "It's terrible. What a pity for that horse." Rain poked Jace's arm. "How can a horse melt just because of rosewater?" Jace looked down and whispered something to Reia. "It's a magic horse made by the old warlocks. They traded the magic horses to pull the carriage out of sight of mortals. The price is very, very high. Therefore only nobles can possess it." "Including the horse carriage belonging to the Darkwood Kingdom?"

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

Whatever hellish creature he had just called… I was ready to face it. I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down! “I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down!” But to my surprise, a black stallion emerged from the darkness, tall and lean, its powerful frame moving toward us. It was an Anatolian war horse. Behren stepped forward and took hold of the reins, guiding the horse closer before securing them to the sarcophagus. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

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.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

she asked. “Don’t be deceived by her beautiful appearance, she isn't as strong as the others. Most buyers go for warrior horses with a sharp mind but this one despite the training is still timid and thin. Plus it's easily noticeable so camouflaging is hard. It kept getting rejected so we kept it in the corner for useless horses. Do you want it?” he asked, a little surprised. “Why yes I do. I don't believe it's any less than a warrior horse, I think it's unique and just need to be showered some love” She responded as she kept running her hands through its white showy body.

“Casimir, I have told you more than once, horses are tools. Like your fangs, or your books, or your food—keep everything close that is needed, until it isn’t needed any more. Use it for its purpose, then don’t look back.” “I know! But that’s what I meant! I’ve been training him so I can use him in battle. Did you know horses used to fight wars? Can you imagine how a challenging Alpha would look when I ride up on a fucking horse and he’s laughing, and Prince puts a hoof through his forehead?”

’ Marco pulled her into a corner and asked her quietly, ‘Who do you want to back in the next race?’ He pointed at the screen where the horses were warming up and she smiled, ‘That’s easy’ She pointed at the only white horse in the race, ‘The pretty white one.’ ‘You mean the grey.’ He said and she frowned at him, ‘Its not grey its white’ He laughed with delight, ‘They call them greys in the racing world’ She turned to the Bookie, ‘I’ll put £1000 on the pretty white one’

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

How about a pony instead? Brother then came out of his office holding a book, "Brother, you're giving Ecklis a horse? Isn't it too big for him? How about a pony instead," I suggested. "I suggested that as well, but he was set on having a black Thoroughbred horse, so I'll buy him a dozen." Meh, he's a walking ATM machine. "Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--"