Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

What have I managed to do within the first hour of my first day in this school? I slowly walked in. A girl and a guy were standing there in front of Mr. Morris, facing their back to me. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest. Wait! I have seen this green t-shirt somewhere. And Blonde hair! Is he the Snow prince? Yes, he is!

his dulcet voice carried a possessive tone. Snow couldn't make out a thing from what he said. The only thing was the sexy sound of his voice. He held her wrist over her head and raised his hand, letting the ice drop on her navel. Snow jerked under him, the drops traveling down her hip bone. She quivered, as her hips buckled against him. "Look at you kitten, I am yet to start, and you are already shaking," he whispered dangerously, letting the ice fall on her cleavage.

Stay sharp, Snow murmured in my mind, her focus already locked on Lena. Lena didn’t waste time. She lunged, claws outstretched, aiming for Snow’s flank. Snow dodged to the left, but Lena was fast, twisting mid-air and nipping at Snow’s back leg. I felt the sting, but Snow only growled, charging forward to knock Lena off balance. The sparring session turned into a blur of claws, growls, and snapping teeth. Snow’s instincts took over, her movements fluid yet calculated. Lena was strong, but Snow was quick, darting around her and forcing her to keep up.

He stomped on the back of the lion, launching himself into the sky. Gripping his spear with both hands, he spun at high speed, descending like a meteor crashing down as he aimed straight for Gideon. "Whirlwind Spear!" "That's one of Waylon's ultimate techniques! He's not holding back!" "He's forcing Mr. Snow into a fight. I wonder how Mr. Snow will respond."

Avery’s Point of View Slade stepped back slightly, his powerful frame illuminated by the silver light of the moon. “Are you ready to go, Snowy?” I nodded, my heart steady now as I met his glowing eyes. “Ready.” Slade bent down on his massive legs, lowering his colossal frame. His glowing emerald eyes locked onto mine. "Hop on," he said, his deep voice vibrating through the air. I hesitated, looking at the sheer size of him. His back was broad and muscular, his jet-black fur glinting faintly under the moonlight. “You want me to… ride you?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.

Snow’s movements were swift and aggressive. Her white stiletto heels were like an unsheathed sword that could pierce Kiran’s body with a single kick. Kiran spun and grabbed Snow’s leg with his right hand while using his other hand to pull her into his arms. Snow was mad that she failed to kick him, so she bit his shoulder. Kiran could have dodged her, but Snow would have fallen face-first to the ground if he did. Then, she would become an ugly woman.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

The northern winds howled as they descended from the plateau, the frozen peaks stretching endlessly before them. Every step felt heavier, the snow underfoot resisting their weight, as if the mountains themselves questioned their right to proceed. Liam’s small boots scuffed the ice, and Aria could see the fatigue etched into his young face, but his grip on her hand was iron-strong, unwavering.

They were shouting! But in the spur of the moment, he closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath, and leapt  at once — hearing only the sharp rustling of air as he dropped from the high slab, plunging into the icy current of water beneath the bridge. The water was sheer and cold.