War Horse Novels & Stories

Serena I had heard it from rumours and from people talking but none of those words could do justice to Darius's pack. It was… for the lack of a better word, enormous. We used horses and I wondered how horses could survive with wolves seeing that horses had strong senses and they would run away from predators but Darius told me that they had had this breed for a long time. “It's a cross breed between a horse and a Centaur. So, like us, it has animal and human instincts and we have a mutually beneficial relationship," he told me and wow!

Elara’s POV The southern royal highway blurred into a chaotic smear of green and brown beneath our horses’ hooves. The wind whipped violently past my ears, tearing through my unpinned hair like a wild storm, but my hands remained steady over the reins. Flying down the trail beside me was Wren on a swift bay mare, while Kaelen rode a ink-black warhorse that looked like it had been bred solely to trample execution lines.

Behind me, the three hundred miles of rugged mountains, dark pine forests, and muddy valleys were passing by like a blurred, chaotic nightmare. My first black warhorse, a giant beast that had carried me through two long years of brutal battles along the coast, ran at a breakneck speed for five straight hours without taking a single break. Its heavy hooves pounded against the hard rocks with a thundering, rhythmic beat, its chest heaving violently as white foam bubbled around its iron bit.

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

And Mane’s father, Ray, always boasted about how he had won his mother, Alexis’s heart and made her his girlfriend when they were only teens. Mane turned his attention to the carriage that the Thrasher was responsible for guarding. It was a luxuriously decorated carriage. It was a large white carriage with gold ingots adorning the door. The horses that pulled the carriage were large and strong. They were called Gold Hoofed Horses due to the yellow color of their hooves. They were expensive and difficult to come by. But they weren’t as rare or as strong as Red Maned Horses. So if Red Maned Horses and Gold Hoofed Horses were up for sale, the Red Maned Horse would undoubtedly be sold for a much

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.

“Yes please.” The man smiled and continued. “As you can see, the Black Tortoise represents the North, the Vermillion Bird represents the South, the Azure Dragon represents the East, the White Tiger represents the West. That man in the center, he’s known as the Yellow Emperor, and he holds them all together.” “That’s very interesting,” Jade said, her full attention focused on the image in front of her. It seems like she has finally found her topic. “Isn’t it? If you’d like to know more about it, there are a couple of books you can read,” the man continued.

He wants to see how the horse is not bothered by his wolf. “Carl, it’s a bit much. Nigel is born only to dominate a war, a puny hunting will be a shame for his victory. We fought uncountable wars, and we won each of them. So, no. If there is war in the future, you can see us.” those power pack words stopped Carl from asking more. Now he understands that a horse who has witnessed uncountable death and even he causes their death with his master, won’t fear anything.

If she ever thought he felt comfortable enough, she might try asking him someday, but for now, it was enough that he’d shared part of his life with her. They paused in front of the stall housing her mother’s favorite riding horse, a powerful black beast named Warrior. Kit knew this stallion was quite standoffish and usually wouldn’t even come over to the gate to see her, but he marched right to them and let Reeve pat his nose. “That’s quite impressive,” she said, not daring to ruin the moment by trying to place her own hand on the horse. “He’s much gentler than he lets on,” Reeve replied. “He only wants to appear strong because your mother demands it.”