Pedang Diatas Salju Novels & Stories

"No need to worry, my friend. We'll have you two skating circles around the rest of us before you know it." All eyes turned expectantly toward Zavian and Yuna, awaiting their input. After a beat of silence that stretched just a hair too long. "You needn't concern yourselves with us," Zavian spoke up in a tone of lofty indifference. "Yuna and I are quite accustomed to skiing the slopes whenever the opportunity arises. A simple skating rink will be child's play in comparison."

"Look at the ridge. There are more behind them. You can't kill a whole army with one blade." "Watch me," he said. He didn't look back at me. He stepped onto the thick ice in the center of the pool, his broadsword raised in a high, two-handed stance that completely blocked the path to the cave bed. The gray snow fell between them, coating the iron of his blade in a fine, white dust that melted as soon as it touched the silver grease on the metal. "Fire!" Vane shouted.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

The dogs surge forward like a released spring. My knees bend instinctively as the sled jerks, then smooths into a glide over the packed snow. The cold whistles over my face, I’m thankful for the balaclava and goggles but I still feel how freezing it is. I keep my eyes forward, watching Thor’s broad shoulders cut a clean line through the powder. These dogs are simply amazing. Wind claws at us, whipping the snow sideways, and the trees blur into dark streaks on either side. The visibility is practically zero to me, so I focus on keeping myself steady.

“But first you should teach me how to ski. If I win, you’re not going to see Salisha again.” “And if I win?” Colden’s grin ear by ear showed up. “You’ll date me, Crybaby.” “I am not a crybaby!” He shrugged me while he was sliding. I did everything that I could to play with the ice. He had no knowledge that I was an observer and a fast learner. Thirty minutes of trying and I was good at sliding, take note that I was also fast. I was practicing how to U-turn and rotate. He gave me different strategies. This was one of his skills. If the enemies were on the ice, they could not defeat him.

The icy wind blew up from the chasm, stinging my cheeks. "It's a fifty-foot drop," Dante said, his golden eyes sweeping the snow-covered walls. He'd lost his Moon-steel sword in the avalanche, but his fighting mind was still keen. "Instead of climbing down and back up, the cliff is sheer ice. Even an Alpha wolf couldn't jump that far." "My grandfather didn't build an impenetrable fortress," I said, shifting Leo's carrier around my breastplate. I sat on the edge of the cliff, shovelling away the fresh snow with my gloved hand.

I see the wolves are starting to advance towards us. I take a deep breath and look at my ice again. As I focus on the snowflake that forms in front of me it shimmers. Then, in a flash of white light, the ice melts and the snowflakes form again. I watch in amazement as the snowflakes dance around me for awhile, and then, as though being pulled by a magnet, start heading towards Starkev's army of wolves. melting some on their way. I lift my head and send another burst of ice shards flying towards them, freezing them where they stood except Starkev and the cloaked man. I raise my hands once more and the icy shards turn into spikes, sending them flying towards the men. In less than a few seconds

Show me how well you fair against your opponents. I heaved a long breath, my fingers trembling with an unsteady grip on the hilt due to the numbing cold of having being pressed into the snow. When he charged forward I did the same, the full of his wolf could probably swallow me up but I didn’t care coupled with the fact of my boots struggling to get through the thick snow. I released a battle cry, raising the dagger above my head. Jaymes maw opening to devour his opponent.

Feeling his warmth and taking in his refreshing sandalwood scent. "Don't worry I am fine." For several days, the pair tirelessly searched, navigating through the harsh, snow-covered landscape. With each step, the snow crunched beneath their shoes, the world around them a stark, frozen wilderness. As the days passed, their adventurous search brought them closer to their goal, and soon only three towering mountains remained, their white slopes gleaming in the pale light, as if guarding the herb they sort.

The sun had melted the top layer of snow during the day, which had then refrozen into a sheet of invisible black ice as the shadows lengthened. The climber hit the patch. The treads lost their bite instantly. "Hold on!" Jax roared, the yoke spinning uselessly in his hands.