Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

-RAINA’S POV- The black bottom of combat boots drew nearer and nearer to the back of my head. Crap! Rolling over, I caught the shoes, using full strength to keep it from smashing into my face. "Didn't you notice how easy it is for me to touch you?" Snow jeered, pulling her foot out of my grasp and swiftly coming at me again. Stomping down her foot like a hydraulic press, I rolled to the right, barrelling across the room to miss the stampede. Then she teleported back to the dresser.

The burly man bellowed angrily. Philip frowned and backed away. At the same time, he pointed the snow sword in his hand to the sky, where a white sword formation suddenly appeared. The drifting snowflakes froze in the sword formation and merged into snow swords. With destructive sword intent, the swords pierced through the air and stabbed the man on the ground like missiles! Buzz! One after another, the white snow sword energy blasted at the burly man’s attack! Boom! In an instant, a terrifying energy vortex storm engulfed this area!

It was against his nature to turn back. He pushed through the snow, following the sound. The wind fought him every step. His paws sank deeper. The cold was biting into his bones now. The cry came once more, closer this time. He crested a small ridge and saw a figure half-buried in the snow below … a man, struggling weakly. Brynne bounded down toward him. He never saw it coming. A sudden, violent gust of wind dislodged a heavy shelf of snow and rocks from the ridge above. The avalanche of white and stone came crashing down with terrifying speed.

"We have about ten seconds before the rest of the trucks get down the ridge." I stumbled out of the SUV, my boots sinking into the fresh powder. The wind hit my face like a thousand tiny needles. I'd never been this cold in my entire life, not even close. My fingers went numb immediately, useless dead weights at the ends of my wrists. I watched Vane and Ronan strip out of their ruined clothes, their breath fogging in the frozen air. The shift wasn't majestic. It was gritty and violent, the sound of their bones breaking and reforming echoing over the howling wind. They hit the ground on four paws, massive and terrifying, their fur bristling against the blizzard.

Today was the day everything hinged on, the culmination of years of study and months of relentless pressure. The winter chill was unforgiving. Even after layering himself in thick clothes, the cold still managed to seep through, clinging to his skin like an unwelcome companion. As he stepped outside, snow began to fall unexpectedly, light at first, then steadily heavier. The streets transformed before his eyes, white and slick, traffic slowing to a crawl. Each step felt like a battle, his shoes crunching against the snow as he carefully made his way forward.

I grabbed my helmet, my stick, and took a deep breath but as I moved toward the door, a shoulder suddenly slammed right into mine. Yasmine. She glared down at me with her face behind her helmet, “Don't mess this up, Trixie. If anything goes wrong out there, you know exactly whose fault it’s going to be.” I immediately shoved my shoulder right back into hers, hard enough to make her stumble a bit, and pulled my helmet over my head. “Watch where you're going, captain,” I muttered, marching past her. The moment I stepped out of the tunnel, the crowd and the lights hit me, completely overwhelming my senses. My head spun for a second as the volume of the roaring fans washed over me, and I got bum

She leaned so close to the table that her nose almost touched it, as if staring hard enough could force the machine back to life. Griffin’s face darkened until it looked like a storm cloud ready to burst. “Ms. Shaw, did you not guarantee delivery by the beginning of next month?” he snapped. “This is the result you are giving me?” One of Griffin’s staff members stepped forward. “Mr. Foster, the storage equipment appears to have been without power for quite some time. “If we calculate based on the outage duration, the drug has most likely already deactivated.” Griffin’s anger flared even harder.

*Part 1: High Passes – 3:00 AM, Windcut Ridge* Snow came sideways. Kade pulled his cloak tighter and kept his nose to the ground. The woman’s tracks were faint now, half-filled by wind, but still there. Steady. Unhurried. Ryn moved beside him, blade sheathed but hand on the hilt. “She’s not cold,” Ryn said quietly. “Not human cold. No shivering. No slowing down.”

Lucas looked at the Snowy Lady and his face remained composed. “You’re thinking of stopping me?” Lucas stared at the Snowy Lady. Snowy Lady did not answer but just nodded her head. No words were needed to describe the scene. Swoosh! Lucas lifted the Immemorial Dragon Sword and slashed with it, and the top-notch sword rays charged toward the Snowy Lady. The face of the Snowy Lady remained composed and expressionless. She waved her hand and the top-notch sword rays were gone.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.