Snow Sword Stride Novels & Stories

With only his left hand, Alexander's defense was impeccable, a testament to his skill. Under the high, luminous moon, the chill of the snowy summit intensified, bolstering Caden's icy energy to their zenith. This was his chance to seize victory. Boom! Caden's muscles tensed, and with a burst of effort, the air around him turned icy, sending Alexander stumbling back. The cold was a bit deep. With a shout, Caden unleashed the 'Frozen Sword Technique', a flurry of ice spikes swirling through the air. He was done holding back. Channeling his life force, he drew on the icy energy around him, his energy crystallizing into a frigid blade's aura.

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

Chapter 282: Into the Whiteout ​The pre-dawn hours brought no mercy to the northern ridge. The blizzard had settled into a relentless, whiteout gale, tearing across the granite crags and blanketing the narrow mountain pass in knee-deep, blinding drifts. ​Inside the subterranean armory beneath the lake house, the air was warm, quiet, and heavy with the scent of gun oil and cold steel. Overhead LED strips cast a sharp, white glare across the wall racks of tactical gear and specialized snow-recon equipment.

I needed strict practice after so many months off the game. I keep my eyes on the puck, stick tapping lightly as I guide it back and forth. My legs still feel heavy. I skate harder, the sound of my blades sharp and quick. Each lap I push faster, cutting harder into the corners until my thighs burn. The ache is good. It means I’m alive. “Keep your stride,” Halford says, not even raising his voice. “I’ve got it,” I mutter, pushing again.

We are leaving the smoking ruins of our ancestral keep behind under trusted, capable command, betting everything on this perilous, desperate journey into the highest, most treacherous peaks of our northern territory where the harsh winds, sheer drops, and ancient ice offer no quarter to the unprepared traveler. The wolf-hounds strain eagerly against their heavy leather harnesses, their powerful paws digging into the frost-covered stone as they wait for my final command to plunge headfirst into the looming, pitch-black darkness of the mountain trail. Merle gives a sharp, respectful nod, releasing the heavy brake lever and stepping back into the shadows as I channel a sudden, brilliant surge o

At least they still had some kind of authenticity, weren’t such a damn headache. But Snow—she was different. Solid, fiery, too real. And it irritated the hell out of him. Snow landed hard. Pain shot through her toes, sharp and fast. Her back broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, she reached for Adriana and clung to her arm. “Help me sit down over there,” she whispered, her voice tense. “Then, when you’re free, can you buy me some bigger slippers? My toes are killing me.”

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

A slight smile creeped on my face. Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.”

I said, heading for the door because I needed to get out of this room before I said something I couldn't take back. "But I'll be there because I'm not letting you take what's rightfully mine." "Yours?" Adrian followed me into the hallway and his footsteps echoed behind me. "You mean what daddy handed you on a silver platter because you asked nicely?" I spun around to face him. "Better than being tossed scraps like an afterthought." His jaw clenched and for one second I thought he might actually lose that perfect control of his. "Swiss estate, two days," Adrian said, brushing past me toward the elevator. "Try not to bring your entire wardrobe because space is limited."