War Horse Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. He unlocked the barn, leading the horse slowly out of it. It neighed, scowling at me with those dark beady eyes. I stared back, enjoying the challenge while Jade tried to pull me away so it wouldn't charge at me. “Petty much?” she cackled. “The horse doesn't seem to like me. What's his name?” “Polly,” he answered briefly. “He's a six year old stallion, fast and fit for races, but the owner sold it to us for tourism purposes. That's why he's so cranky,”

I was very proud of that. At dusk, the road dipped between two black hills, and Draven raised his fist. We stopped. Below us lay Crow Ford, a wide stretch of shallow water with a line of old stone pillars marching across it. The river was very quiet. No soldiers, no torches, no horns. Only a large white horse standing alone in the middle of the stream, with its head hanging low and its reins floating in the water. I knew that horse. I had seen it last night, under the King. The saddle was empty, and it was covered in blood.

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.

Do they bite? “The crown prince’s horse is the perfect horse, not because he’s loyal and has one of the best build and bloodline. Well, that too, but he’s the perfect horse for the crown prince because that horse is very compatible with the crown prince and he loves his master a lot too,” Hans said, beaming proudly. “Hans bred my horse for me. He also trained it for battle,” Ren explained for my sake. “Oh…I see…” I said with my eyes wide in appreciation.

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on October 28, 1776. He was decapitated by a flying cannonball, and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield while his comrades and troops hastily carried his body away.” “Thanks for the quick run down in history Alexa.” Gabe responded, “But why the bloody hell is he attacking our pack? what the hell do that guy want?” I said as I left my office, “He is here for Isabelle. He is after her, just like every other monster. I have to take care of him myself.” Gabe trailed behind me and asked, “What can we do?” I was reassured, “Make sure everyone is safe. I’ll

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?"

Well, that's not really surprising. He is tall, tanned, and very muscular. He is 26 and still hasn't found his mate. Also, he is the leader of The Quill warrior, which somehow makes him even more attractive. This pact doesn't have a Beta. So, we consider the head of the Quill Warrior as the Beta of this pack. Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior.

"That's great. Because the Warhorse is a bit ferocious, it is taking a little longer to arrive. Please accept my apologies, Alfred." "No worries, Baron." Alfred smiled, but his mind was cursing the baron. ' You purposefully chose a vicious warhorse for me to ride! Let's see how embarrassed you are once I ride it effortlessly!' Hoofbeats could soon be heard as a tall black warhorse emerged from under Wise's lead. It appeared to be peaceful, calm and composed. After a brief moment of hanging up and sniffing the air, the horse's head abruptly pivoted to face Alfred. Its eyes were a vivid red colour.