Pedang Diatas Salju Novels & Stories

The snow was so thick that with every step Altar took his legs would get buried in till his knees. "This sucks" Altar said aloud to himself. His voice echoed back at him. Altar sense another presence and that made him stop in his tracks and pause. His left reached for his blades slowly, then something jumped at him from the trees covered in white fur. Altar dived away and rolled on the snow scanning the figure infont of him.

He stood up and stomped on the snow to test the density. "The pack is thick enough," he said confidently. "We can just use our coats as sleds and slide down." Back in the war, he'd pulled off crazier stunts than this. They sat side-by-side on the snow, Lance pulling Adelaide tight into his embrace to shield her. The howling wind drowned out everything else; the romance was effectively dead. Adelaide felt every bit of her energy being diverted to just staying warm. She buried her face into his cedar-scented chest, wondering for a split second if she'd actually lost her mind, sitting on a frozen mountain in the dead of winter.

He resumes his climb, using the small trees to propel himself up the inclination. "Salt is a natural antiseptic and helps sterilize open wounds." My nerd side came forward. “The wound doesn’t heal properly if they are infected--" "Bea, spare me the science lesson!" As he turned, his eyes widened, followed by his sharp pull on my arm. We tumble down, Adrian and I rolling in the snow. A predator purring sound surrounds us, no creature in sight. Adrian brings his index to his lips while his other hand conjures an ice sword. Stepping slowly, he aims behind a larger pine trunk, forcing a shadow into motion as the ice blade cuts through the wood. I take the chance to run for cover behind another t

Temujin couldn’t put two and two together as to the purpose of such accessories but from where Aki watched anxiously amid the crowd of northern genins, she recognized an ingenious tool to propel a Slayer across the ice. Indeed, Magnar bent his knees, bowed, and then slid across the ice at great speed. To Temujin, it looked like the blue Slayer was performing the typical Slayer run but he was doing it without moving his legs a lot. Faster than Temujin could think, Magnar was upon him and had slashed across the chest of his jacket with both swords, creating an angry “X”. Temujin screamed in pain and went down on one knee. This was the Yukidori Bakushin or the Snow Bird Dash. The crowd roared l

THE BLIZZARD whipped snow and ice across the mountain pass, threatening to send the two figures skidding off the side of the cliff. If their shoes hadn't been equipped with spikes and if they hadn't been used to such tough travel, they would've certainly been dead by that point. The winter weather was being awfully wicked.

The mountain road leading down from Skydrivee into the valley center was already choking on ice, a line of iron-rimmed supply sleds and massive timber haulers backed up for miles under the frozen pines. "Move!" I roared, slamming my palm against the horn, but the sound was buried by the wind. I couldn't stay in the machine. My skin was hot, the bond between us pulling at my gut like a harpoon line dragged by a whale. I threw the door open, the sub-zero air hitting my face like a physical blow, and hit the snow running. I didn't shift—I didn't have the time to let the bones snap and reform—but I pushed the wolf's strength into my thighs, leaping over frozen ridges, my boots sinking deep into

The entire ice cliff was broken instantly, and the huge ice cubes fell down to the deep and secluded valley. "Damn!" Sword Indignant was greatly shocked. Regardless of killing Ding Hao, he quickly bit his tongue. Stimulated by the sharp pain, he madly activated his Qi and flew backward to a safe area in the distance. In the face of the wrath of nature, even a master in the Completion of the Martial Mentor Realm was still as weak as a chicken. Ice and snow enveloped the area within a kilometer. ... Ding Hao was instantly overwhelmed by the snow and ice. He felt it was hazy all around. He could not see clearly within one meter. The ice under his feet collapsed and then he was in the air and fe

Grabbed it, slung it over my shoulders, and walked back to the group. Mark Anderson just so happened to be really good at stripping and draining game. I took the doe to his built up shop and watched as he strung her up by her hind legs. I watched as he slit her side to side to ensure all the blood drained. I turned and walked away. I made sure that my timing was perfect, Maria, would be finishing up her book. That woman could burn through a book in 4 hours, if left unbothered. “Welcome back honey! How was hunting?”

] Sylvan’s voice echoed faintly in his mind. He used the swirling snow to vanish, his silhouette flickering in and out of sight, appearing where the leopards least expected him. Slash. Silence. Another strike, another blur. His movements were fluid, merging perfectly with the storm itself. The fight was swift and clean. Not a single motion wasted. When it was over, he stood atop a ridge of black stone. Blue blood from the beasts had already frozen on the snow. And then, through the curtain of white, he saw it. A massive silhouette moving slowly in the distance a colossal Ice Golem, the size of a small hill, each step shaking the earth.