Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She tightened her grip on her sword, her blonde braid catching the blue glow, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind whipping through the pass, the blue glow a distant threat, the path a challenge they faced together, their bond a radiant light in the cold. The pack pressed on, the path narrowing as Lila had warned, the ledge barely wide enough for one person at a time, the ice slick under their boots, the wind howling with renewed ferocity, the frost stinging their skin, the blue glow growing brighter above, the air crackling with dark magic, the path a treacherous climb, the chill a constant threat, their bond a warmth in the cold. Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed from above, the ground tremb

’ It knew that it couldn’t defeat the human in front of it so it tried to escape. Frost grinned as she watched it slithering away in fear. She whistled as if calling someone, immediately, a white light appeared in her sight and she stood atop the snow wolf beast’s. Snowy ran at the fastest speed. “Not so fast.” Frost coated her hand with her lightning attribute this time. She grabbed its tail as she lifted it up and forcefully slammed to the ground, which made the ground shake. The giant snake beast spasmed, its tail was burned.

That tether could not break, no matter the strength opposing us. Time slowed. Every movement, every heartbeat, every breath became a knife-edge. I struck, Arden struck, our powers weaving together, a tapestry of fire and light and fury. The stranger staggered under the onslaught, momentarily unbalanced, and I seized the opportunity. With a surge of will, I drove my dagger into the snow at their feet, energy flaring in a shockwave that forced the predator back.

To make matters worse, I landed in a terrible spot. His gaze flickered to my lips, and his breathing grew heavier. I could even hear his heartbeat and smell the fresh scent of aftershave. "W-Well, I'm glad the water didn't spill!" I quickly found an excuse to stand up, yet his hand was still resting lighting at my waist. "You know, I never realized people could slip on thin air." He withdrew his hand and turned away, fingers typing quickly on his keyboard. "Good night, sleep tight! I'm heading back to my room!" And with that, I bolted back upstairs.

Kade Torrent felt the moment when the dormant mate bond awakened. He was training his warriors in the Cascade Mountains—coordinated combat sequences designed to maintain sharpness during peacetime—when the sensation hit him like a physical blow. A silver thread, suddenly vibrant. A presence he'd been cultivating for two years, suddenly alive in ways he hadn't anticipated. Raven's power was manifesting. He held up his hand, and his warriors immediately ceased their drills. Twenty trained fighters stopped mid-motion, understanding that their alpha had sensed something significant.

Wind howled through the opening and echoed through the building. Cyrus climbed through it with care. His boots hit the ground, and the snow swallowed his legs to the knees. The layers below had compacted over time, so he did not sink all the way in, but each step was still a struggle. He lifted his head and looked around. The entire Cervusa Residence lay silent. The wind was the only thing alive. No prying eyes. No movement. Cyrus drew a snowmobile from his pocket dimension. He had filled the tank before leaving. After a short look at the manual, he understood the simple controls. He swung onto the seat, turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

I curled up tighter in his embrace, barely daring to breathe. He carried me down the stairs, taking his time as we descended into the basement. We had not even reached the door when the unmistakable sounds of a passionate encounter reached us. Yara's sultry voice was unmistakable. "Keith... Ease up, oh... That's too much..." "Come on, stop playing coy! You were the one asking for it just now… "I'll make sure you're well taken care of tonight!" The sounds of movement and impact followed. Standing outside, I blushed from head to toe, my heart racing.

The wind shrieked, instantly coating the dashboard in a layer of fine, white powder. Victoria stepped out first. The moment her boots hit the ground, the snow swallowed her up to her thigh. The freezing air hit her lungs like a mouth full of needles, forcing a sharp gasp from her throat. The wind tore her hood backward, exposing her long blonde hair, which whipped wildly into her eyes like gold silk against the white-out. Behind her, Giordano lunged out of the door, his boots instantly slipping on a hidden sheet of jagged black ice beneath the powder. His knee buckled, his broad frame pitching violently toward the ravine floor.