Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

Chapter 13 The Frostbite Gala The transition from the urban sprawl of the city to the jagged, snow capped peaks of the North felt like traveling back in time. The air here was thin and sharp, biting into the lungs with every breath. Kaden’s private jet had landed at a small, hidden airstrip, and from there, they had taken a fleet of armored SUVs through mountain passes that seemed to defy gravity.

At this moment, her brows were tightly furrowed. She couldn't help thinking that Channing was far too difficult to deal with. His attacks were ferocious, his defense flawless. How could such a perfect ability exist? "Snow Mountain!" she snorted, unleashing her power once more. Around Ray, massive hands of ice and snow erupted, slamming toward him from all directions. Even the ground beneath him transformed, forming a colossal hand that sought to crush him in its grasp. Ray activated spatial swap. In an instant, he reappeared roughly a hundred meters in front of Astrid. A torrent of supersonic stones poured out as he pressed forward, closing the distance within that critical range.

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.

Every line of his body was stretched to an elite, uncompromising geometry, a living testament to generations of legacy training—and to the silent, brutal weeks of rehabilitation spent hidden away three levels below the street. His right blade struck the ice for the opening stride, and the acoustic feedback through the stadium speakers was a revelation. It wasn't the scraping, frantic struggle of a skater fighting the surface; it was a deep, clean, ringing *shuck* that cut through the frozen topsoil like a diamond across glass.

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

I simply let the solid midnight energy rolling off my shoulders expand, turning me into a dark, striking silhouette against the pale snow. With a smooth, practiced leap, I vaulted off the seventy-foot ridge. The wind roared in my ears as I free-fell toward the canyon floor. Just ten feet before impact, I unleashed a controlled burst of shadow magic from my boots, cushioning my landing. I hit the snowy ground in a low, graceful crouch directly in front of the advancing Bloodmoon column. The snow exploded outward in a wide circle of black frost.

Brianna exclaimed. “So?” He said in a casual voice, but he knew she noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders, she was very observant. Brianna huffed not buying his nonchalant attitude, “You always mop around like a grieving widower on the day of the first snow, I just want to let you know you’re not doing that today,” she said, “it isn’t snowing yet though, but it will soon.” “Just leave me alone Bri.” He groaned, turning away from her, and folding into a fetal position.

he roared. Adrian had asked Eloise for this special technique before he left. This technique created an ice sword that merged with his weapon, improving its power. The ice sword had a unique feature—extreme cold. Every strike transferred this cold to the enemy. Adrian was pleased to find that the ice sword’s cold helped him clear the poison from his system. His dizziness vanished, replaced by a sharp clarity that improved his focus. With the Ice Breaker Technique, Adrian's aura stabilized. He attacked the burly man’s abdomen, forcing the latter to retreat repeatedly. He continued this relentless assault, feeling that the burly man’s earlier malice deserved no mercy.

--Snows glows white on the mountain tonight, Not a footprint to be seen, A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the Queen...-- Snow's POV. I stopped in my tracks with my fingers clasping the door handle, ready to push the button and pull it open when the voice behind me ordered. "Come here." I swallowed hard before turning around slowly, heaviness of something I could pinpoint as nervousness settled in the deepest pits of my very empty stomach, the emotions rolling around from side to side and leaving me a nervous wreck.