Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

Wu Jiu reminded Zhou Tian in a low voice. "Okay." Zhou Tian agreed and did not say anything else. The four of them lined up and continued to move forward. The snow under their feet was 30 centimeters deep. Fortunately, Wu Jiu was well prepared. The four of them were all wearing high cotton boots, so the snow would not be poured into their shoes. Moreover, as they walked forward, the snow and the melted snow had frozen together, forming a large piece of ice and snow-like ice that could be used to walk on it.

It was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Adrian stood there, a stark contrast to the elegant setting. He was wearing his thickest ski attire: a bulky orange jacket, black ski pants, and large snow boots. His goggles were pushed up onto his head, revealing wide, slightly angry eyes. He looked like he had been dragged directly from a snow sport into this surreal scene.

The sharp crunch of frost underfoot signaled the change in weather; snowflakes swirled lazily as Kaidën burst through the heavy door, propelled by disorientation and unsettled dreams. The vast open field sprawled before him, white and blinding under the low morning sun. Just yesterday, it had been a warm, unforgiving landscape, but now it lay blanketed with untouched snow, a deceptive softness that belied the brutality about to unfold. The ground was slippery underfoot, and Kaidën steadied himself, glancing around for the source of dread he knew was looming ahead.

We were wolves but it was still chilly. We were heading into October and Dawn Claw was known for having early winters. The mountains behind us ensured that the pack turned colder earlier than other places. “I swear.” I rubbed my face and tried to shake out my hair. “You have more fat on you than I do.” A fist connected with my abs and I leaned over, coughing as the air disappeared from my lungs. I blinked, looking up at Damian. His face was blurry but I could see the smirk on his face. “Maybe you’re just too skinny.”

He wrapped the sword in four layers of thermal insulation, securing it tightly to the wood. "I'll pull," Ashren said, looping the drag rope over his massive shoulder. "The wood will act as an insulator. But we have to move fast. The Peaks are a three-day climb on foot. I don't know if the wrapping will hold the cold back that long." I stood up, testing my weight on my right leg. It tingled fiercely, but the joint held. I walked over to Valen, who was sitting on a snow-dusted stump, tracing glowing blue shapes in the air with his finger.

She tells him, pointing to the trunk of the car. “Yes, m'lady.” Andy teases her as he goes to do as she told him. "Anything you say, m'lady." She shakes her head and chuckles. Lacey gathers her purse and slings it over her arm, before she gets out of the car to go around the vehicle to wake up the kids. When she steps into the snow, she is surprised to find that it comes up to just above her ankle. Beneath the fresh, powdery snow is a layer of crunchy ice, that her shoe is resting against. One wrong move and she would be on her bottom in a heart beat.

"Félix, cover me!" I didn't wait for permission. I sprinted down the slope, my boots skidding on the blood-slicked snow. The violet light exploded from my hands, a shockwave of kinetic energy that cleared a path through the human ranks. I wasn't just pushing them; I was crushing them, the weight of the mountain behind every strike.

a male voice whispered hesitantly, his tone trembling with uncertainty. A cold chuckle followed from a female. “Scared? Aren’t you here because of your mate?” she scoffed. “Be a man for once.” The male fell silent, but his breath hitched again. That voice… Why did it sound so familiar? So... familiar and yet twisted. Like someone she once knew. Snow tried to open her eyes fully, but they felt like lead. Her body was drenched in sweat, completely drained. She heard footsteps—heels—clicking against the cracked marble. A woman approached. Through Snow’s blurry gaze, she saw the red bottom of designer heels-Christian Louboutins-paired with a sleek, expensive jumpsuit.

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.

He needed strategy. He danced around the scorpion, his movements agile and unpredictable, dodging each attack while studying its patterns. He saw it, a small gap between the shell segments near the leg joints. When the scorpion lunged again, Rayden didn’t retreat. He surged forward instead, lowering his body. “Ice Art, Frozen Crescent Slash.” His sword swept in a beautiful silver arc, striking precisely at the joint of the creature’s front leg. The shell there was thinner. His ice blade pierced through easily.