Pedang Diatas Salju Novels & Stories

Music sure was powerful. Once she was done singing, she pushes her body to stand and raise her palm, facing the night sky, and chant small prayers. Pure white snow manifest from her palms and flew to the ground like little dandelions. The white snow slowly covered the ground beneath her. Once she was done, she closes her palm. She looks down and a small whimper escapes her lips. It reminds her of the garden at Zhatiera. She smiles but tears betray her expression. Her hand was reaching out to the ground when she accidentally falls from where she stood.

Graham had reflexively pulled the wire tied around Snow, suspending her in midair, helping her avoid this tragedy. “What?” Emerald Devil exclaimed. Frowning, he turned to Graham, a menacing and furious look appearing on his face. He flipped the dagger in his hand once more and shot it out. Snow was dangling about seven meters up in the air. Emerald Devil couldn’t reach her, but that was okay because he used his dagger as a dart instead. At such close proximity, it was impossible for Snow, who was hanging there, to dodge this shot. Snow had predicted how this dagger would pierce through her heart. With no way out, she could only close her eyes in fear.

Then he turned and walked toward the camp. Snow settled on his shoulders, on the whetstone, on the sword hilt. He pulled his collar up. Inside his chest plate, the new hairband pressed against his heart. Warm. --- 【Wildfire and Thistle】 The snow on the northern ice plains stopped for a few days each spring. Heavy snow turning to flurries, flurries turning to ice crystals, ice crystals turning to occasional glints caught in the wind. Rex crouched on a black basalt boulder, his greatsword thrust into the snow beside him, hilt up, like a crooked grave marker. He'd been crouching there a long time. The whetstone on his knee, flipped over and back.

Malachi The moment we set foot in Boreas’ frozen kingdom, I can feel the chill cutting through my bones—yet it’s invigorating. I look around, and for the first time, I’m at a loss for words. It’s an awe-inspiring landscape, like stepping into a living snow globe. The sky above us is a crystal-clear blue, and the trees have an ethereal beauty, adorned with both snow and lively green foliage. Against this snowscape, ice sculptures stand as sentinels, shimmering in the sunlight, intricate and exquisite in their frozen elegance.

"Fall back! Fall back to the trees!" I stood on the snowy ledge, my broadsword held high, my chest heaving as the battle erupted all around the mountain pass. High above the roaring storm, I locked eyes with Gryfyn as he began tearing up the steep granite path toward me, his face wild, possessive, and glowing with an absolute, terrifying rage.

"You have eleven loaded with his stores. There is a shed off the adit two hundred paces back with fifty more in it, stacked on end, and they are old, and they are good, and I have already had four of them out in the snow." She is filthy to the elbow, and she has been inside that mountain for six hours while the rest of us stood on a snowfield being moved. "Sixty-one, Alpha. He hauled off that wagon road for three hundred years. He was not carrying it on his back." That is the first hour after the moon comes up, and it is entirely about sledges, and everybody has since told the story as though somebody said something enormous at the top of that mountain. Nobody did. My mate said six men rode

The horned ice-beast lets out a shattering, sub-zero roar that causes the surrounding snowy peaks to groan with the threat of an avalanche. The sonic shockwave hits our sled like a physical wall, rattling the iron runners against the packed snow and sending a shower of razor-sharp icicles cascading down from the cavern's upper ledge.

“If there’s something I should know, now would be the time.” Her lips twitched, “Renda’s going to freak out about all the snow.” She looked at me, “I hope you got her the thickest coat you could manage.” I stood, “Very well.” Renda groaned a little and sat up before staring outside. Her eyes brightened and she leaned towards the window. “Is… that snow?” I chuckled, “Yes. Lots of it.” “And mountains?” she asked in awe. Grace smiled and pointed towards the peak, “We’re going up there. That’s where Frost Pelt is.”

“Juliette, hold your ground!” I pivoted, seeing another figure approaching. The intruder’s forces were coordinated, striking simultaneously from multiple directions. Panic threatened to surge, but I forced it down, focusing instead on the flow of the fight. The snow beneath my boots shifted like an extension of the ice at the Wolves’ rink, allowing me to slide and pivot with precision. Every movement had to be calculated. Every step counted.

The sick excuse for a father. I could sense Alex taking predatory steps towards us, followed by Lucas and Jacob and a few warriors in their wolf forms as well. But this was my fight. I roughly wiped my tears before shooting I thick sheet of ice from my hands to build a wall behind me. It stopped Alex and the rest of the members from coming between me and Killian.