War Horse Novels & Stories

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.”

Rah followed her to help her choose a good horse for her journey. As they entered the stables, almost all the horses became hyper-active and started getting extremely restless in her company. "She is good," Rah pointed at a grey horse. "No..." Mila spoke as she looked at the horse. "Why do werewolves travel on horses, when you know," Rah trailed off. "When we can transform and run as fast or even faster?" Mila laughed. "Well, yeah!" Rah laughed too awkwardly. "This one," Mila spoke as she caressed the muzzle of a greyish-white horse and placed her forehead against his. "Vires Celeritas," she whispered to it and the horse jumped on his hind legs and neighed loudly.

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.

He looked full of vigor and was as elegant and noble as an aristocrat from the last century. Beside him, he held a young horse, which was completely white. Its eyes carried a hint of pride. "Mr. Winchester, this is so clandestine. What is all this for?" She looked at the person and the horse standing side by side couldn't help but smile. "This horse is the purebred offspring of two champion horses." Darren evaded the question, extending his hand toward her. In his dark eyes, there was a hint of warmth. "This is a gift for you. Do you like it?"

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.

I suppose there was no politically correct way to call someone a war prize in polite conversation. The man nodded and opened the door to the room. A mini-sitting room came into view with several leather chairs arranged expertly around a small center table. Thick animal floor graced the floor and I shuddered when I spotted its wolfen head. Garrick inclined his head and listened for something, an imperceptible frown crossing his face.

I stared at the black beast in bewilderment, and he nudged me softly. “Do you want me to…pet you?” I questioned in shock as he tilted his head again. My hand was shaking as I lifted my hand and reached for his forehead. My wolf stared with wide shocked eyes when the horse lowered his head for me to reach. I was petting him before I knew it. Not a single soul would believe me if I said, me, a werewolf petted a horse! A living, breathing horse allowed me to pet him! "Get away from him!" When I heard a scream, I shrieked. I turned around to find Erdem rushing to where I stood. My eyes widened in confusion as he yelled nonsense while riding that white horse like a warrior. He looked so magnifice

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.

I stepped inside the stall. The horse turned its head toward me. It was a massive northern warhorse, easily seventeen hands high. It was completely black, its thick winter coat blending perfectly into the shadows. "Easy," I whispered, holding my hands out. "Easy, boy." The horse snorted aggressively, tossing its massive head. It didn't like me. It didn't know my smell. * * *