War Horse Novels & Stories

One of the knights shouted again. The corners of Wiggy's right lip and eyebrow lift together. "Do not be arrogant! We could be cursed kids, right?” Again Phillip glanced at the winged youth doubtfully. They put their trestle together, while Phillip was silent, reluctant to clash with his idol. Before the fight started, the shrill whinny of a horse split the sky first. The knights fell silent in unison as if recognizing the whinny. Slow but sure they stretched the crowd, making room for the horse to step forward. A large, jet black Friesian horse with a long mane on its head and ankles stepped into the crowd.

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.

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.

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.

But even I can see that he’s well aware that this is not an appropriate choice for her. “Why did you even let them bring a horse like this,” I sigh, shaking my head and letting Auden see my frustration. Vivi, I know, won’t be talked into accepting anything besides this gorgeous, eighteen-hand war horse with his silky black coat and full mane. “I didn’t let them do anything,” Auden murmurs, crossing his arms and leaning close to me so I can hear him even though he keeps his eyes on Vivi, who giggles as she scratches between the giant horse’s ears when he lowers his head low enough that she can reach. “I just…told them to bring their best, and they did. I mean…”

” Tonette tapped me on the shoulder while pointing in front of me. I jumped in panic when a creature I had just read in the book confronted me. Now, I can see its true form. ”W-Werehorse! W-Werehorse!” I stammered at the creature I had just witnessed. Half human-like, then half-horse. This is what a werehorse looks like. The werehorse lives in the farthest corner of the forest. According to what I read in books back then, werehorse loves to woo those who walk in the forest.

Beautiful and dangerous. I found myself standing just outside of the Antique Shop, lingering in front of one of the large windows. A child's rocking horse sat on display, but there was nothing old about this antique. The horse was a brilliant shade of white, with multicolor crystals embedded in its mane. The saddle was a beautiful shade of red, in complete contrast with the golden mane and tail.

"This aroused the dissatisfaction of the other tribes, so the coalition forces attacked. The general led his men to fight, but from then on, he disappeared." "The general had a daughter. After learning that her father had gone missing, his daughter was heartbroken. She cried and complained in front of the general's war horse, hoping that the war horse could help her bring the general back." "She also said that if the horse could bring back to the general, she would even be willing to marry the war horse." "It was unexpected that the horse suddenly ran and left. Later, the

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

Vance let out a soft laugh. The stallions were picked for their aggressiveness and were then bred for war where the hostile tendencies were trained, focused and enhanced for both the horse and the rider. Vance stroked the velvety nose of his mount, narrowly missing the snapping teeth once again before turning and nodding curtly to his companion.