Pedang Diatas Salju Mga Nobela at Kwento

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces.

--- The blizzard isn't weather-it's a *taunt*. Snow doesn't fall here. It *hunts*. Razor-edged flakes swarm us like locusts, carving shallow trenches into our exposed skin. Eden limps ahead, his breath ragged, the jagged scars along his arms glowing faintly through layers of stolen Frostbound furs. The green embers in his veins have dimmed to ghostlights, his void-stained blood crusted black where the Sovereign's ice pierced him. He refuses to speak of the wound. Refuses to acknowledge the rot seeping into his gait.

“Lunch?” He nodded and together they found their poles and skis. She clicked her boots into the skis and waited for him to do the same. Together, they worked their way to the where the chair-lift spun to pick up passengers. The lift attendant looked them both over and slowly shook his head. He’d obviously seen their snowball fight and wasn’t impressed. Nathan didn’t care. He was having fun. The next chair came and the attendant motioned them forward and onto the next seat.

Caden moved with a surge, a hundred icy daggers in his wake, hurtling toward Alexander. Atop the snowy peak, the cold was king. "Kill!" Alexander's voice was thick with intent as he launched himself forward, his body a living blade, sharp and unstoppable. He was one with his swords. In a world ruled by the gun, mastering the blade like that was pretty much unheard of. Boom! In a flash, their deadliest moves collided, the impact echoing like thunder. The moment they touched, it was obvious who had come out on top. Caden's icy daggers shattered into a shower of crystals, littering the ground.

They want one thing from females like me. I wipe the snow off of my legs, the prince standing and doing the same, his focus somewhere up near the cabin where he begins walking back up the snowy hill, fighting for each step. I wait, seeing him pull out a large metal sled with ropes up front meant for steering, although I doubt it would do any good if he was actually brave enough to take that sled down this steep mountainside. He sets it down in front of me with a churlish grin, a mischievous and fun spark in such a serious, stern prince.

Taking out two spears from my back, I easily maneuvered my body between them and curled my toes around the rods before guiding the spikes through the deep snow. As soon as I reached the blue black place sprinkled with white everywhere, my body and soul forgot about the snow storm, icy winds, midnight hour, sleep and any other physical disturbances, for a moment and instead got lost into the source of the music that my ears had initially caught on, inspite of the gruesome weather. My eyes closed softly as I concentrated at the centre of my forehead before letting the Dance Fighting Warrior in me wake up through and through. Kyler’s flute provided the perfect beat as I jumped up high towards t

The playful banter that followed, full of laughter and light-hearted ribbing, set the tone for the day. The ensuing snowball fight was nothing short of epic. Snowballs whizzed through the air, a flurry of white against the bright winter sky. Everyone dove for cover behind our snow sculptures, the icy structures providing makeshift fortresses in our battlefield. Jacob, with his sharp aim and quick reflexes, was a formidable opponent. His snowballs flew with a precision that could only be born of practice, each one landing with unerring accuracy. My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack.

Just us acting dumb on the ice, breathing heavy, grinning like idiots. My legs screamed louder as we kept going, but I didn’t care. Roland’s teasing turned softer, mixed with actual tips. “Loosen up more. Yeah, like that.” His hands found my hips again a couple times, guiding without the heavy pressure. Each touch made my heart race weird. I kept stealing glances at him—sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, that cocky smile that wasn’t so annoying anymore. The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates.

It's another reason I know that we don't want to be captured by them. When we land, Snow slices off one of the deer’s legs for me. I use the makeshift knife that I've made with Snow’s help. Using his earth element, I was able to take a rock and wear it down to where it had a sharp edge. Then I found some twine and attached it to a stick. Now, that's what I use as my knife. I slice the skin off the leg and then cut off a chunk of meat. I set it aside and continue doing that until I have cleaned the leg of meat. Snow has already eaten the rest of the deer. He could probably down it in one bite, but he likes to watch me. So, he usually rips it into several pieces, eating it more slowly while h

Amidst the conversation, Erios's pupils emitted a purple mist as he scanned the city intensely, like a seeker looking for something of utmost importance. ####### In the midst of a snow-white landscape, the air was filled with the laughter and joy of children playing together. Some crafted snowmen with their fathers, while others attempted to ski, emulating their mothers' graceful movements. A few simply sprawled on the snow, moving their arms and legs to create delicate snow angels. "Okay, what shall we start playing with?"