Pedang Diatas Salju Novels & Stories

Jimmy and Timmy shouted as they ran after them. They climbed on the mountain and placed the sleds on the snow, since it was only two, they divided themselves into two, three in one. They dragged the sleds to a slope before getting in, they all leaned forward at the same time causing their weight to push the sled forward and down the hill they went in a flashing speed with snows busting up in the air as they passed.

Jade finished shrugging her shoulders. "Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah. I don't want her to leave. Besides if she did, I'm sure the mate bond with bring her back." he gave a slight chuckle. "I'm sure you're right." I laughed. We finally made it to the pond, and we all started putting our ice skates on. Winter stood up in her skates and walked awkwardly towards the frozen area. When she reached the edge, she stopped and waited for me. I joined her a moment later and I reached for her hand. "Are you ready?" I asked giving her a small smile.

"Don't you dare close your eyes, Aradaa! Stay with me!" Kaelor’s voice ripped through the howling wind, a jagged snarl that barely carried over the shriek of the digital storm. He lunged through snow that reached his waist, his boots sinking into the frozen slush. His arms were iron bands around Aradaa’s limp frame. Ice matted Kaelor’s fur, turning his heavy shoulders into jagged white peaks.

The path itself was a treacherous, icy ledge, barely three feet wide, carved into the side of the mountain, its surface a mix of compacted snow and slick ice, the frost glinting in the dim light, the stone beneath jagged and uneven, small shards of ice and loose pebbles scattered across it, shifting underfoot with each step, the ledge sloping slightly downward on the right, dropping off into a sheer, dizzying chasm, the depths below swallowed by a swirling mist, the faint sound of ice cracking echoing up from the abyss, the left side of the path bordered by a towering wall of ice and rock, its surface slick with frost, small icicles hanging from overhangs above, their tips glistening, the wi

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

Sir growls, slowly backing away from the frozen ground. As we witness Sir's withdrawal. We promptly rise from our position and dash towards the secure haven of the 'Arctic Paw Pack' nestled amidst the dense foliage. Aware that our warmth will remain concealed for a considerable time, we hasten our pace. As we persist in our sprint, the temperature plummets and delicate snowflakes descend from the sky; instilling a sense of unease within us as we grapple to find our way back home. The perplexing notion of the icy air and snow relentlessly pursuing only us eludes our comprehension.

A sly smirk grew on Grey shortly after. VALLNORD PAL-ARINSAL, A DAY AFTER "Aaaa, Mr. J! help me. I can't walk with this!" Delilah shrieked as she couldn't move her ski boots. She kept falling as she made the slightest moves. In contrast, James can use his shoes well. "Hahaha, come here, Candy. Let me help you up. Are you all right?" James was considerate and took Delilah to ski on the slightly gentle slopes for beginners.

{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind.

Thus , he could only grit his teeth and continue the farce . " This magic is called ' the dance of eternal ice ' " said Chelsea with a smile that didn't reached her eyes " if the sword touched even a hair of your body , your entire being will freeze into an ice statue and will crumble into pieces , there will be no blood , no gruesome screaming and you will vanish from the face of the earth in a puddle of water " " What - you are lying ! How can there -"

"I'll try sliding down first. You just stay put for now." Carissa's eyes widened. "Are you really planning to slide down like that? The slope is too steep, and we don't have skis!" "It'll be fine," he replied confidently. "We always did this at the Southern Frontier. It wasn't just me. Many soldiers would do the same when chasing the enemy. We'd slide down steep snow-covered mountains—it was faster that way!" He lowered himself slightly, turning to face Carissa. He caught a mouthful of the icy wind, yet he still smiled.