Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

The sun was just coming up so it wasn’t super bright yet. “He is a snow prin.” She really had never heard of one but it was clearly a calm animal. It was large, taller than her and it looked built for this weather and snow. The paws were huge and very furry, they would act like snow shoes. Sybil felt all out of sorts for a moment when Aries took hold of her and lifted her up onto the animal. He actually did it so she sat sideways. It was cold and sitting like this let her wrap the cloak around her easily. He was swift getting onto the animal and taking hold of it along with her and turned it around toward the steeper cliffs behind the keep. She noted how strong his hold was on her and how it

she begins to enchant "Oh God of wind hurricane and snow-white. Bring down his foes tearing apart his enemy's nourishing the weak with power to be strong. The storm that dances in the wind. I summon you for thou strength SWORD ENHANCEMENT" BIZARRE SNOW Her blonde hair instantly glow white. It glows bright as white as snow. The demon looking up as they see a glowing snow suddenly starts to fall from the cloud. The dark cloud, suddenly parted a way and an icy 200 feet giant sword made of sharp ice form in the cloud along with a million barrages of ice swords of different shape and form.

We trudged. The storm showed no mercy. Wind drove the snow into our faces, our eyes, our mouths. Each step required effort, my legs burning as I pushed through drifts that reached my thighs in places. Cain broke trail ahead of me, his massive frame plowing through the powder, creating a path I could follow in his wake. Even he was breathing hard, the cold and altitude taking their toll on his werebear endurance. Above us, the sky flickered. Gold against white. Fire against ice. Keanu, still fighting.

Yet I simply couldn’t remember where. The vast snowfall drifted through the air like hundreds of white butterflies dancing. A tall figure emerged from the darkness and the falling snow. His narrow boots scraped against the snow with crisp sounds. The man wore black clothes, wrapped in a thick snow-white fur cloak, his jet-black short hair reflecting the pale glow of the snow.

They want one thing from females like me. I wipe the snow off of my legs, the prince standing and doing the same, his focus somewhere up near the cabin where he begins walking back up the snowy hill, fighting for each step. I wait, seeing him pull out a large metal sled with ropes up front meant for steering, although I doubt it would do any good if he was actually brave enough to take that sled down this steep mountainside. He sets it down in front of me with a churlish grin, a mischievous and fun spark in such a serious, stern prince.

I drop into a low, predatory stance, my bare feet anchoring into the freezing slush. "The mountain doesn't belong to the registries anymore, parasite," I snarl softly, my voice a quiet, catastrophic density that makes the pine needles above us shake. With a soft, synchronized *schlick*, the three-inch obsidian claws slide out from my fingertips, humming with a localized, white-hot current of Southern Fire. I can't launch a massive geothermal wave without backfiring, but my strategic wit is fully intact.

The stranger stopped a few feet away from the wooden posts. Snow crunched loudly beneath his heavy winter boots while the cold mountain wind moved through the open space, whipping up a fine white powder that swirled between us. For a heavy moment, nobody spoke a single word. The man looked at me, then shifted his gaze to Takoda, and then right back to me again. A slow, knowing grin spread across his features, deep lines crinkling at the corners of his dark eyes.

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.

I see the wolves are starting to advance towards us. I take a deep breath and look at my ice again. As I focus on the snowflake that forms in front of me it shimmers. Then, in a flash of white light, the ice melts and the snowflakes form again. I watch in amazement as the snowflakes dance around me for awhile, and then, as though being pulled by a magnet, start heading towards Starkev's army of wolves. melting some on their way. I lift my head and send another burst of ice shards flying towards them, freezing them where they stood except Starkev and the cloaked man. I raise my hands once more and the icy shards turn into spikes, sending them flying towards the men. In less than a few seconds

She was an intruder in this frozen domain, an unwanted guest in a realm ruled by winter's wrath. With each step, the snow crunched beneath her sandals, sinking up to her knees. The wind relentlessly whipped at her clothing, biting through her layers and numbing her limbs. She struggled against the blizzard's assault, stumbling forward, her body weakened by the bitter cold, her muscles aching with fatigue.