Sword Snow Stride Novel Translation Novels & Stories

Henry and I hastened our pace as well. ...... Late at night, Snowland, perpetually plagued by ice and snow, suddenly grew quiet. However, the more subdued it became, the more unsettling the atmosphere. Pedestrians were scarce on the streets. The silence was abruptly shattered by the eerie howling of wolves. Henry and I stood by the river, with the bound Gamma Leavis of the Snowwolf Pack and his troops by our side. "Look, I have no intention of causing harm to your lives," I declared as I stepped forward, locking eyes with Leavis, who stubbornly resisted my gaze. "On the contrary, I'm here to help you."

Behind her, Nives Solari didn't return to her laptop. She stood by the window, her fingers lightly pressing against the cool glass as she watched Asena walk through the dark corridor of the twenty-fourth floor, a slow, completely real smile finally breaking across the Ice Queen's lips.

He just hoped that he knew what he was getting himself into. The moon was just beginning to rise as Flamestrike made his way to the horseplace. His ears were flattened against the back of his skull when he noticed silvery wisps of clouds stretching across the sky. Snow had fallen later in the day, adding to an already thick blanket of snow. Thankfully it hadn't taken long for him to reach his destination, in spite of the cold. With the wind finally dying down, that made his journey much easier.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.

He growled softly and said, "Hmm... So, Nicole, you've never been touched?" I nodded, my shyness overwhelming, hands pressing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us. However, it was futile; with a gentle nudge of his knee, I slid helplessly closer to him. A soft whimper escaped me as our bodies aligned, and I felt a heat rising within. I felt utterly ensnared by the dress, its fabric clinging to me in all the wrong ways. Luis noticed the coy glint in my eyes and went in for the kill, his lips claiming mine with a victorious hunger.

He might go back once he gets the guy he's holding to the castle. ————————— Xavier and Lyca are back... The second one is more calm because she has let go of all the bad feelings. All she has left is anger toward the person who caused all of her problems. "If I wait until the three months are up, I'm afraid I won't have anything to go back to. That's why I've decided... I'll go back to where I should be!" Snow was sure of what he said. "No! You can't get out of the woods!" Xavier retorted.

assistant"> The air turned abruptly cold. My fingers went numb, while the heat in my chest felt as though it would melt me entirely. Odin lowered his head, clenching his teeth tightly—then in the next instant, he reached out and pulled me into his arms. I held him back with all my strength, making no sound, yet my burning tears kept soaking into his clothes. Snow swirled endlessly through the sky, cold and distant, carried farther and farther away by gusts of wind and drifting mist. What remained was only a silver-white solitude, a transparent sky, and an embrace that had exhausted all our strength.

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.

“There’s a lot of noises…?” I was surprised that Sherry didn’t hear anything just now. “Nothing much Sherry~ We just encountered a snow tsunami,” Persia replied. “Yeah, a big one,” I added. I took back the sword from Persia. “Are you guys alright now?” She asks worriedly. “…Kuh— Ow…?! Of course… we aren’t…!” August struggled to crawl himself up from the snow, as he stabbed his sword on the ground— pushing himself up.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.