Novel & Cerita Snow Sword Stride

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."

The snow here was different from the soft powder of the lower valley; it was hard, packed into thick, blue-ice sheets by centuries of freezing pressure, forming treacherous ledges that hung precariously over the thousand-foot drop of the outer crags. I knelt at the crest of the secondary ridge, my fingers dug directly into the frozen crust to steady myself against a violent gust of mountain air. Beside me, Kaelen was adjusting the leather straps of a heavy iron wedge, his breath forming thick, rapid plumes of white steam that vanished instantly in the gale.

I dug my heels into Prince’s sides, driving him harder toward the looming fortress in the distance—an obsidian castle clawing at the sky, wrapped in spiraling clouds of black and blood-red. Every thunderous stride he took hammered against the ground and against my chest, my heartbeat barely able to keep up. Excalibur’s hooves pounded beside us, Snow leaning low over his mane, her braid whipping behind her like a silver flag in a storm. Every second we wasted was a second stolen from Carter. And a second closer to the world ending.

Temujin couldn’t put two and two together as to the purpose of such accessories but from where Aki watched anxiously amid the crowd of northern genins, she recognized an ingenious tool to propel a Slayer across the ice. Indeed, Magnar bent his knees, bowed, and then slid across the ice at great speed. To Temujin, it looked like the blue Slayer was performing the typical Slayer run but he was doing it without moving his legs a lot. Faster than Temujin could think, Magnar was upon him and had slashed across the chest of his jacket with both swords, creating an angry “X”. Temujin screamed in pain and went down on one knee. This was the Yukidori Bakushin or the Snow Bird Dash. The crowd roared l

The man watching felt bad for her but still urged, "Ma'am, you need to hurry and find it. You're nine months pregnant. You could go into labor any time. I'm worried something will happen to you." Even a stranger worried about her, but Remi was this cruel. She didn't answer, just bit her lip, dove underwater, and searched for that medal again and again. From daylight to dark, the pond water grew colder and colder. She shivered but still couldn't find the medal. At nine months pregnant, her body felt impossibly heavy. Every dive to the bottom felt like it would tear her organs apart. The men on shore couldn't bear to watch anymore. "It's already 10:00 pm. If this keeps up, she's going to colla

With an explosive leap, Killian launched himself over the ruined wall, diving straight into the white vortex of the blizzard. I did not hesitate. I gathered the last of my silver pulse, forcing the cold energy into my thighs and knees to drive my weight forward. I threw myself over the drop, my three silver tails trailing behind me as I hit the steep slope of the northern pass. We fell into a world of pure white.

Warmth Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) I stepped out of the Alpha House doors and the cold slapped my face. The courtyard stretched wide in front of me, snow packed hard underfoot. Three black SUVs idled in a neat line, exhaust curling white into the crisp air. Warriors loaded the last bags, breath fogging as they moved quick and quiet. Pine trees stood tall around the stone walls, heavy with fresh powder. My boots crunched forward. Heart thudded loud in my ears.

The massive, translucent jaw of the Frost-Wyrm came down like a falling glacier, its glass-like teeth shearing through the heavy timber deck of the sled with a deafening, splintering roar. The impact severed the front harness completely. The six-legged tundra striders, suddenly freed from our weight, bolted into the blinding white storm, their claws clicking frantically against the ice until they vanished into the blizzard. The remaining half of the wooden deck, carrying Killian, Kaelen, and me, tilted violently backward.

Feeling his warmth and taking in his refreshing sandalwood scent. "Don't worry I am fine." For several days, the pair tirelessly searched, navigating through the harsh, snow-covered landscape. With each step, the snow crunched beneath their shoes, the world around them a stark, frozen wilderness. As the days passed, their adventurous search brought them closer to their goal, and soon only three towering mountains remained, their white slopes gleaming in the pale light, as if guarding the herb they sort.

she asked, not sure what to do. "Ahhh!" When Lyca heard Adam cry out, she stopped moving and turned around to see what was going on. "Adam..." Lyca stopped and whispered as she walked up to the man. She can't say anything about what she sees in the cage. Adam is in pain because of a forced turn, and Snow is shocked as she sees Adam's bones breaking violently and the cracks opening up.