Sword Snow Stride Novel Ending Novels & Stories

Snow’s lips parted. “What path? What destiny?” Snow asked. “Your kind are doomed to destruction death and elimination. They will do whatever it takes. You can’t rest until you help them, finish what I couldn’t.” “Finish what?” Snow asked, and the moon goddess laughed. “That’s for you to find out,” she said, stepping closer. She lowered her lips and whispered into Snow’s ear, “Find the book; you’ll find the answers you need.” With that, Snow’s eyes flew open. She gasped for air, struggling, but Logan’s grip never let go.

After all, his parents were long gone, and there was no one to scold him for having dirty feet. Suddenly, Ishida felt something utterly terrifying in contact with his foot. It was cold, crunchy, and powdery. A chill went down his spine. He tried to look down and saw that the ground was covered in a grey substance— a form of precipitation. It was snow. “No, NO!! Not you again!” Ishida wailed. “Get away from me!” The young man rushed back inside and frantically dusted the tiny snowflakes off his foot. By then, it was too late.

The fire had burned low, more ember than flame now, casting the room in deep reds and deeper shadows. Johan turned back once more. Through the tall windows, snow was falling in earnest now. Thick, heavy flakes that would bury the world by morning. They caught what little light escaped the room, turning them briefly gold before they disappeared into darkness. The storm had finally arrived, patient as death, inevitable as ending. "Until tomorrow," Johan whispered to the silence, to the snow, to the man who might not wake to see it. Then he slipped through the door, pulling it closed with the soft finality of a book being shut. The latch clicked home. A small sound that echoed in the empty corr

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

“ Khalon, you can go home for the day, I will come by later so we can review the rest of the lesson together.” Our one-on ones seemed to benefit him. It didn’t want to pressure him. I will talk to his parents after class. I was put here months ago, Ms. Snow couldn’t do it, she couldn’t pull the trigger and brought me to the compound. I knew then that I needed to gain the trust of her and the others before I could start my plan. I was hired as the top guard of the Lombartti family. When Allison showed up everything was okay, but then, the family started dropping like flies. I watched as the family dropped one by one, Allison had everyone under her thumb. No one considered that she was

I try to warn him, but my mouth was frozen and I can't seem to work my tongue. He's looking down at the snow, his hand clenching mine tightly. My eyes widen and my breathing speeds up. The snow is slowly covering my face. The dark figure raises a sword. I cry out for him to move, but my hand has frozen him to the gates. The sword comes down hard on him, beheading my lover. I want to scream, I want to cry. But as the last of the snowfall from the desolate sky, my eyes are covered from the horrid the sight of my king's glassy brown eyes staring at me from where he laid in the snow. I'm falling, tumbling through a snow vortex, only to land on a ground covered in ash. It is the capital city of S

Lin said, his voice cold. ​“Then the East will drown with the rest of us,” I replied, standing up and pulling Winnie to her feet. “Because the tide is rising, Speaker. And it does not care about your Emperor’s pride.” ​Outside the forge, the first snow of the new world began to fall. But it was not white. It was purple, and as it hit the ground, it didn’t melt. It began to sing.

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

This corridor seemed to be infinite, and I could not see the light anywhere; it was as if the darkness wanted to consume me immediately. As I was about to give up, a light blinded me completely, and I realized that Snow was standing at the end, as if she was waiting for me, and that made me frown, until I realized that a rogue of the ones who had attacked me was ready to plunge a silver dagger into her back. I screamed to alert her, but it was too late, and I only saw her fall as a large bloodstain formed on her dress. The rogue sneered and started running to kill me.

Snowflakes drifted down, fat and silent, swirling through the torchlight. He muttered under his breath, the words misting the air. “Goddess help us all.” From a high balcony above, unseen, Arnold watched him go. His fingers tightened around the edge of the stone balustrade until his knuckles whitened. He turned and slipped back inside. But down in the courtyard, the snow kept falling, soft, relentless, erasing every footprint Sophie had left behind. And far beyond the castle walls, deep in the forest, a wolf howled once, a long, mournful sound that rose into the storm and shivered through the night.