Novel & Cerita Dashing Through The Snow Book

Chapter 120 The snow came three days later. It fell silently, thick and heavy, blanketing the village in a white shroud that muffled every sound. The fires were kept burning, the wolves huddling closer to the warmth, their breath misting in the cold air. The children built small snow wolves near the well, their laughter muffled by the falling flakes, their fingers red and raw from the cold.

I pressed a hand to my heart, and it felt like shattered glass beneath my skin. A sudden movement drew my gaze. Far ahead, a flash of white darted between the trees. A wolf—pure as the snow, its eyes glowing gold. It stood watching me, still and ethereal, before turning and disappearing into the forest. “Wait!” I called, scrambling to my feet. I chased after it, snow crunching underfoot. Each step grew heavier, colder. The wind lashed against my skin. I followed its paw prints etched into the ice, sharp and clean, but they faded faster the farther I went.

She stares up at the dark sky and snow covered trees above her, to avoid looking at the lifeless body beside her. She wishes that he could lay there until the darkness closes in on her, but she know that she can't. Rolling over, she puts her hands on the ground to push herself up. The frozen snow stings her hands, the sharp coldness of it pricking her skin like a thousand painful little needles peircing her flesh. She pushes to her feet carefully and braces herself against the tree until she gets her bearings. Her legs feel like overcooked spaghetti noodles. When she finally wills her legs to support her, she trudges back through the snow on the path of which she made.

My hot breath puffed and curled in front of me. Dad wasted no time, charging through the snow, following my screams and the little drag marks deep in the snow. I struggled to run after him and watched as my Dad shifted into a large, brown wolf. His paws thundered through the snow, kicking up little flurries and bits of frozen soil. While my heart thundered and my legs screamed from running through the snow, I couldn't ignore how beautiful everything looked. The fresh scent of snow lingered in the air, cold as it rushed through my nose and into my lungs.

Her words come soft: “To eat while you walk.” Breathe in. The sky, scrubbed clean by the storm, burns a sharp blue overhead. Light bounces wildly off the unbroken snowfield - white glare stinging your vision. Cold cuts through you, thin and clear as glass. This moment? A raw start. Beauty shaped by ice. Inside the carriage, Noah guides my hand down gently before stepping back. Not staying, he turns toward Alex instead. Riding up front is the plan, checking the path ahead. Safety sits with the group left behind, that much feels clear. Distance grows between us without another word

Blood on the Snow The biting wind whipped through the dense forest, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the overcast sky, blanketing the earth in an eerie silence that only deepened the tension gripping Elena’s heart. She clutched her twins tightly to her chest as they nestled against her, their tiny breaths warm against the cold air. Zephyr was just a few paces behind, alert and watchful, while Damien’s warriors formed a tight protective ring around them. Despite the heavy guard, Elena’s instincts screamed danger — an invisible threat lurking, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Dash sped up, our heart racing—desperate to find her. Water streamed from the draping branches before crashing into Dash’s midnight black fur. Our muscles coiled and exploded with each stride, claws slipping but gripping where they could. Through the pouring rain, I could see her. Defenseless and lying on the ground. Wolves circling in. The forest became a blur: trunks like looming ghosts, roots like traps. Dash was at her side in a heartbeat, teeth baring, a growl ripping through the open forest. We were surrounded. But there was no way they were getting to her. Dash wasn’t going to let that happen… I wasn’t going to let that happen.

*Winter* The car murmured as it glided over the snow-covered roads, a muted contrast to the vibrant chaos of my emotions. I stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a surreal painting of white and muted colors. The snowflakes danced like tiny fairies, swirling and twirling in an intricate ballet around the windshield. I wondered fleetingly if I was still dreaming, my mind teetering on the edge between reality and something far more magical. Each flake was a whisper from a world I felt I had only just glimpsed—the very essence of mystery wrapped in crisp cold.

the automated car console chimed. "Run," Darius commanded aloud. I didn't wait for another word. I turned away from the courtyard, my massive silver form blurring as I exploded into a full sprint toward the northern ridge. The wind roared past my ears, carrying the scent of pine, wet mud, and the sharp electricity of the storm. My four paws hit the ground in a perfect, thunderous rhythm, covering ground faster than any vehicle could ever manage on these rough mountain paths. Trees became a smear of dark green and brown as I tore through the brush, my silver coat cutting through the fog like a ghost.

The ferocity of his howl instantly frightened the rogues, preventing them from approaching easily. Desperate, I struggled to reach them, but a loud bang shattered the valley's silence, followed by a deafening roar. It was as if an invisible force had galvanized the snowflakes in the sky, causing them to flutter down, forming a curtain of white snow. The rogues, now terrified, turned to look behind me. I followed their gaze and saw a colossal avalanche cascading down the distant mountainside. Initially, the snowflakes fell gently, resembling a swarm of stars in a dreamy wonderland. However, as the avalanche gained momentum, the snow transformed into a furious rush, akin to a thousand horses t