Coriolanus Snow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Another glass shattered, blasting its splinters behind her. Raina was in so much shock that she froze with hurt shimmering in her dull, misting eyes. My teeth sank deeper into my fist, blood trickling out. I stifled the burning urge to shout how untrue that was. Then a dismal fact that my future self would have crossed lines with this annoying Snow character brought a new realization. “Caladan, it seems we’ll have to keep our honeymoon gift,” Artemis grumbled. The panda cub looked up at his master, attentively. “Cronus is winning.”

He knew his death was coming and he has never been happier than ever, he watched the creature with seethed bile and Cornelius murmured, “I have been dreaming my own death. And all my life has come down to this one moment. My lover was taken from me and now I'll be welcomed by his embrace." To Cornelius, the blizzard was more flakes than it would ever make sense to count, yet each makes its daring path to the white dunes they build taller. His life was alike to them, just like the one flake in the sky would be madness, yet this horizon filled with them was the greatest of sanity. His life became nothing when he lost everyone he loves and right now, he wanted to be welcome by them. The dark sh

"I'm just protecting my reputation from false allegations." "You called us months ago to apologize," I said. "You said you were done." "I lied," Corso said simply. "Did you really think I'd just forgive and forget? Your father destroyed my family and I'm returning the favor." "By ruining our wedding," I said. "That's pathetic even for you." "I'm barely getting started," Corso said, standing up. "By the time I'm done, you and Emma will wish you'd never started that restitution fund."

I shook my head hard, tears blinding my vision: "I don’t want to be an Alpha’s mate who comes to her at night and stands beside the Luna by day!" I placed my hands on my chest, feeling the fire literally eating my heart: "I’m burning, consumed by jealousy, and you don’t care!" A heavy silence fell, broken only by Glacier’s warm breaths brushing my face. He came closer, his anger sharp in my lungs. He held my shoulders and pressed lightly, speaking in a low, pleading voice: "Corinne, I swear I understand your pain. I know you’re jealous, and I’m telling you… wait a little. Don’t worry about laws or positions. The one I love, who will be with me—that’s you, Corinne. Only you."

“You can bring yourself to me. Or I can call you to me. And I will call for you, Isadora. I am deeply disappointed our time together was cut short.” “Go to hell,” I said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant. How does someone call me back to them when I’m not really gone? Cornelius took his seat next to the fire. “I’m already in hell,” he said. “But with the help of our pups, I won’t be there forever.”

"I am sorry, alpha. I am sorry that I have to run away when I should have told you what really happened in the first place. I am sorry for being weak and forgetting the warrior that I should have been.' "You don't have to apologize, Snow. That rejection almost cost you your life, and that is why I am glad that you didn't return the rejection." "What is Alpha Ronan's plan all along?" she asked this time, turning her attention to her mate. "What does he really want from all of us?"

he didn't even finish his sentence when a massive explosion rocked the compound and alarms started blaring followed by shouting and running footsteps echoing from the corridors. Alaric was already moving, throwing on clothes, his entire demeanor shifting from lover to warrior king in seconds. "Stay here," he ordered. "My guards will protect you..." "There's no way In hell I would stay here and watch you fight." I was out of bed in seconds, finding clothes. "I'm not hiding while you fight." "Rhea..." "I'm the Lycan Queen and a white wolf." I looked at him. "We fight together, that's what mates do."

The flare paints the sky a violent, angry red and the storm replies like a beast offended. Snow lunges at us in sheets and knives and the world narrows to wind and white. I put my face into the storm and all the noise narrows to one impossible sound: his voice in the air, and Aunt Ruby’s curse that follows it. He does not move like a human. The Winter King stands perfectly still,silver hair flaring, coat snapping like a flag no matter how the wind fights him. He watches me the way people watch a painting they plan to steal.

I had never met a man before who could give me pleasure so intensely, so inhumanely. ​After it was all over, we lay in each other’s arms for a while. The stormy wind outside had calmed down. But when I returned to my apartment by taxi, the trace of excitement faded, and a strange melancholy consumed me. ​As soon as I returned home and closed the door, a piece of white fur rushed to my feet. 'Snow'. My only love, my pampered blue-eyed cat. ​I picked him up. Burying my face in his soft fur, I let out a long sigh. "Mommy had a very big day today, Snow... and she made some serious wrong decisions today," I murmured in a tired voice.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."