Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Jon Snow Novels & Stories

Her eyes lingered on Dylan’s face, as if memorizing it. “Once the baby’s gone, we’ll pretend none of this ever happened.” Silence fell between them. Dylan stared at her, jaw tight, saying nothing. After a long pause, he finally snapped, “You better mean it.” Before she could respond, Dylan’s phone rang. He answered, and whatever he heard made his expression shift instantly. Without another word, he ran out into the snow, not even stopping to grab his coat. Zoe watched his figure vanish into the swirling white.

Is she implying that I love Snow? Am I in love with Snow?

"I have no desire to be a Luna, Phoenix. So it would seem that you are the Alpha now, but I don't care. I am not going back with you." "Why not?" he asked defeatedly. "I'm your mate, Snow." "I am the mate that you rejected, and I've moved on from you. I already have my second chance mate, and he is here in the human realm." "What? That can't be. I am still able to sense the link between us. If you do have your new mate, the connection between us should have been broken by now. But it's not, Snow. I can still feel you. Although it's not as intense as before, but you're still linked to me." He is already frustrated, but more than that, he is scared. He worries that the human being that Snow sp

“All of it.” Outside, the snow kept falling — soft, endless, the world remade in white. Inside, I lay wrapped in his arms, thinking how strange and perfect it felt to have the man who had everything finally fall in love with something as small and quiet as this. And when I woke up in the morning, sunlight spilling over the room and Jake’s arm draped across my waist, I realized — this wasn’t an escape anymore. It was home for the two of us. I had forgotten how it felt waking up to layers of snow on the ground.The cold breeze accompanied by the flakes made the day more beautiful.The snow-covered slopes covered in multiple dots each representing a soul enjoying the life of Aspenridge.

" His eyes were ice-cold, his voice filled with nothing but disgust for me. I drifted into the corner of the room, devastated. Shawn was right. Staying alive was not easy. Even when the avalanche came for me, I fought to survive. To punish me, he tied the knot so tightly that it was impossible to undo. He even stripped me of my winter gear. I struggled to untie myself but failed. I forced myself to stay conscious, hoping someone would find me. He had forgotten that, before we climbed the mountain, I had just donated 800 milliliters of blood to his mother.

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.

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.

No. Agony detonated in my chest and a sound I didn’t recognize ripped from my throat. Liga thrashed wildly in my psyche, howling his protest so loudly my skull ached. It had taken everything to convince him to help manipulate snow into falling in love with us. I knew Liga would never forgive me if his mate died. My eyes moved to my mate. Snow was as still as death on the bed, her skin so pale it almost blended with the sheets. She looked like a doll, like some delicate, breakable thing that had never belonged in my brutal world. And now, she was slipping through my fingers.

The blonde girl he kissed, or Mercedes, or one of the Alpha Females at Alpha Camp ran through my mind as a possible link to Snow’s identity. My heart clenched at the thought of him being happy with someone else. I dismissed the inevitable because each time tears threatened to grease my eyes. I felt doomed by the plot of this mate bond. “I swear that I do not know who Snow is,” Valen vowed, tilting my head up and my glassy eyes widened to look at him. “It doesn't matter. You'll be hers. I just want to be spared the pain of falling for you when, in the end, you'll crush my heart and soul when you leave me.”

A fleeting memory of the name occurred in him. "Get the girl, Doctor Graves" "Where is the syringe?" "Inject the poison, let's leave with her" Snow's tiny voice brought him back to the present. "I am just overthinking it. It can't be him." "Master, are you okay?" Snow asked. Aurelio looked at her without replying. Snow smiled, "It's nice to know that there is at least one person you care for," Their eyes locked, emotions brewing between them. The air was getting colder and both were lost in the magical world of their eyes.