Sword Snow Stride Novel Translation Novels & Stories

The wind howled through the frozen peaks as Kael led them into the heart of the Frostfang Sanctuary. The air grew thinner with each step, the biting cold settling deeper into Raynor’s bones. His breath came in sharp gasps as they ascended a narrow, treacherous path carved through the snow-covered cliffs. Erin walked ahead, her steps light despite the slippery terrain, her mind clearly focused on the path ahead.

Sonia’s Point of View Snow crunches beneath me as I rise. My knees shake. My back still burns where the sword struck me. I can barely stand. The white world around me is too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your skin crawl. There’s no wind. No birds. Just the sound of my breath coming in uneven gasps. I stumble forward, not sure where I’m going. The ground rolls out endlessly—soft green hills veiled in snow. In the sky above, clouds hang low and unmoving, like the world is holding its breath.

Chapter 59: The Final Shift The first big snowstorm of winter hit the mountain ridge hard, covering the whole place in a thick layer of white snow. The main lodge was warm and cozy. The storm outside sounded really far away. The library was nice and warm too with light coming from the copper lights on the walls and a crackling fire in the fireplace.

"It’s snowing! The first frost has arrived! Look how heavy it is! Let's go out!" I walked to the window and watched the white flakes dance down from the dark sky. It was breathtaking. There was an old legend in Valeria that if you made a vow during the first snow, it was unbreakable. Beauty had a way of softening even the hardest hearts. "Your comms are buzzing," a student said, tapping me on the shoulder. "Oh, thank you," I murmured, snapping out of my thoughts. I limped back to my seat—I hadn't gone to the healer for my foot until it had turned a bruised purple. The swelling was taking its time to fade, but it didn't stop me from moving.

When they got out of the palace, General Valencia took a deep breath. "Do you want me to give you a ride?" General Valencia asks his niece. Frost shook her head. She then glanced at her contracted beast, "Snowy will be my ride from now on." 'Yes, Master!' The snow wolf beast said happily inside Frost's mind. General Valencia nodded. He then elegantly put his body atop his horse's body. Frost patted the snow wolf beast's huge body. She then jumps up and places her body atop the snow wolf beast's body. Frost nodded in satisfaction, "Let's go." ....

Their white skin gleams like ivory in the dark night. The forest spreads out forever. Trees stretch in every direction. No path shows. No end appears. Branches reach out and slap my face as I push forward. Sharp twigs scratch my skin. Snow falls into my eyes and mouth. I wipe my face with my sleeve. My boots sink deep with every step. The leather grows wet and heavy. My breath comes out in white clouds. I fall forward suddenly. My hands and face land in the snow. The cold burns my skin. Snow fills my mouth.

Today was the day everything hinged on, the culmination of years of study and months of relentless pressure. The winter chill was unforgiving. Even after layering himself in thick clothes, the cold still managed to seep through, clinging to his skin like an unwelcome companion. As he stepped outside, snow began to fall unexpectedly, light at first, then steadily heavier. The streets transformed before his eyes, white and slick, traffic slowing to a crawl. Each step felt like a battle, his shoes crunching against the snow as he carefully made his way forward.

The snow was getting heavier as the storm became more violent. Chu Xun's hair was fluttering in the storm. His blood-tainted clothes stood out glaringly in the snow covered land. He walked very slowly, leaving a trail of deep footprints behind. His eyes were crimson in color and had a devilish look in them, and the smell of his bloodlust permeated through the storm. He was like a wounded beast, a beast that wanted to tear down everything in its way.

Lira (POV) The snow swallows Kael’s footsteps faster than I can follow them. I drag my weight through the trench he leaves, my feet scraping where they should be stepping, half my balance riding on fury and frostbitten adrenaline. My thigh feels like it’s been stitched together wrong. Every time I put weight on it, it sings. Sharp, bitter music through torn nerves and cracked bone. We don’t speak. I don’t ask where we’re going. He doesn’t offer.

"I never wanted her to sacrifice herself like this!" He picked up Janet and rushed her to the hospital, while Rose ran off, crying. "Alright, I know you don't need my help. I guess I was just being silly," Rose said with a sigh. Chester stood still for a moment, but then he suddenly dropped Janet onto the cold ground and chased after Rose. Snowflakes fell thick and fast that day. Janet could not move her legs and was left shivering in the snow. It was so cold outside that she could have frozen to death. Slowly, she felt her body turning to ice. However, she did not cry out or try to call for help.