Snow Game Thrones Novels & Stories

Her young companion stayed at his place, awaiting her next course of action. From his perspective, something shone gold from Serina's front while her arms are both lifted in the air, at her head's level. Wind blew from his north and leaves flew all over the place. In response, Tristan crossed his arms to cover his face with his eyes still fixated on her. As it all happen before him, he heard her voice utter strange phrases. 'Is she calling the monsters already?' he asked himself, still enduring the strong slaps and dull whips of the raging wind.

Heavy white snow fell over the northern mountains, everything was covered in ice the wind howled through a narrow road called the Devil’s Throat, you could barely see 10 feet ahead ice and rocks kept falling from the cliffs Damian pushed through deep snow his black coat was frozen face was hard, Every breath burned his throat, but his golden Alpha power glowed around him, melting snow on his shoulders Behind him, Logan and 6 Shadow Wraiths struggled in the storm. "Alpha!" Logan yelled. "The path gets narrow ahead! It’s the Serpent’s Spine a thin stone ledge over a 500 foot drop! If we cross in this wind, one wrong step and we’re dead!"

I got to the throne room, and I sighed, looking at Asher. “We have been waiting for you,” he said, walking towards me. “Sorry, I ran into a minor mishap,” I said. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking over my body. I chuckled. “I am fine,” I said. “Okay, let’s go,‘’ he said, calling Snow. Well, Snow is Sky’s daughter, I know. Very ironic. That damn hellhound has been getting freaky, and we all had no idea it was Zira who found out and told us. Now we have plenty of hellhounds, as Sky and his wife, as we call her, won’t stop having more puppies. But it is not a bad thing; they are all cute. Archie and Dean got one hellhound, and the rest are here, but Snow is my favourite, and I named her persona

The sound of swords clashing against each other and the stench in the air brought by the collide of opposite powers make it unable to breathe easy. Draven and Jethro were left behind to take care of the already unconscious Crystal after knocking her out. As they continued to hear the noises of the fight, they couldn’t stay put any longer and joined in. Jethro wiped out the black smoke covering the air and went straight to attack the fox that was about to lay its paws on Snow’s back. “That’s a timely save,” Snow said as she wiped the sweat on her forehead. Jethro just smiled, “Watch your back.”

Snow twisted violently, driving his elbow into my father’s ribs at the exact second three concealed rogues surged from underground trenches we hadn’t detected. Trenches. Pre-dug. Planned. Chaos erupted but it wasn’t blind chaos. It was surgical. Eric shoved me behind him as an arrow sliced through the air where I’d been standing. Cain intercepted Snow as he broke free, their bodies colliding hard enough to crack frozen earth. They fought brutally, efficiently no wasted strikes. Snow wasn’t trying to win. He was trying to reach the ridge. Smoke thickened. Another blast ...... this time at the northern descent.

His tiger was a ball of destruction making a path for him, but also watching his back. “Breeze” Snow told his animal. “Your highness” he replied. Snow just looked down and they just wouldn’t go down and with what the four of them had gone through earlier it was taking its toll now. He needed to do this now. He stood on the back of Breeze. “I’m going to drop in, you’re going to stay above”. “Yes your highness”. Snow jumped off his whole body getting covered, but not by ice. Yes it was ice, but also fire at the same time. As he descended it got bigger and bigger and when he touched down there was a huge blast.

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

Sarah follows behind Laura as they both approach the bed. — The trumpet blares, but not in an intense way. Sylvia smiles at me as we walk down the aisle together and then she goes back to her seat. It all feels so surreal, like it actually feels impossible to be true. But it’s happening. I’m standing here, next to this six-foot-tall mountain of gorgeousness. His silver blue eyes peering into mine, obscured lightly by his short blonde hair that just matches that perfect white smile. Oh, I’m in heaven!

His gaze returned to me. “Can we talk alone?” I wanted to refuse, but we were standing near my father’s grave. I did not want the past following us any further. I set Theo down. “Go find Daddy.” Theo ran along the stone path toward the man waiting near the cemetery entrance. Julian was holding the glove Theo had dropped. When the boy reached him, Julian bent and lifted him into his arms. Adrian followed my gaze, and his face went pale. We walked to a small garden beside the cemetery. The winter trees stood bare, and cold wind swept in from the lake.

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”