Game Thrones Jon Snow Novels & Stories

*Typhon* I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but. There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself. Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.” ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

Not to mention that his so-called opponent was just in the Initial Innate State and was no match for him at all! "It's him!" Chimp and Hunter both turned to point at Leon with hatred etched on their faces. The smile froze on Riker's face when he caught sight of Leon and Snow. "It's, it's you!" he exclaimed in horror. Snow was the daughter of the Southern King, so of course he recognized her. As for Leon, he only saw him once, which was the time that Leon defeated Jacob twice and forced Jacob on his knees to apologize to Snow. Despite his fleeting encounter with Leon, he still remembered that incident vividly!

said Mickey and Sylvia started giggling. “No?” Sawyer was not deterred by Mickeys refusal as he wasn’t finished. “Well if you don’t want to watch Despicable Me, which I don’t know why you wouldn’t that is a CLASSIC, maybe I could interest you in Game of Thrones?” “Saw. You can’t watch that.” Em told him. “Ohhh. Righttt. Yeah. I’ve never seen that show. Or movie. Whatever it is. I don’t even know who Jon Snow is!”

Maybe it was just the fact of her being 'that' person that had been enough to make him feel that way. "Quit it, Johann. Doesn't matter if I do find her attractive, she's engaged already." Johann's eyes widen in shock. "She is!?" he screamed but later became conscious of the sleeping girl beside him. "Yes, I heard the guy's a powerful half-dragon who's been with her since the previous war." "Man, that's tough." His shoulder instantly dropped, his body collapsed into the bed with arms wide open. . lifelessly. An immediate defeat, was it?

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

Jon gasped, fingers scrabbling at the vice on his neck. "I could end you now," Nyros whispered, "and she would feel it. Her heart would break—and with it, the last of her resistance. Do you want that, Jon? Her grief will bind us faster than love ever could." Through the crushing pain, Jon choked out, "Then... you don't know her at all." Something in his voice sparked hesitation. And that was all Jon needed. He slammed his fist into the glyph etched into his belt buckle—the emergency trigger Maelin had woven in. Light exploded between them, blinding and holy. Nyros recoiled, screaming, and Jon fell to the ground, coughing violently, chest heaving.

On the little arch made from rose vines that Ophelia managed to create, even in the dead of winter, stands my future husband, my mate, Theon Valenti Rexellen, Alpha of the Rexellen pack and Alpha King of all North America. He's dressed in a white suit, as per tradition, and he’d cleaned up so well. The stubble that seemed to be a constant on his cheeks had been shaved off, and he'd gotten a haircut. Rather than the long on top, short on sides style he'd had for so long, this style is longer all around and wavy, making him look younger and roguish. I loved the new look as much as I loved the old one. To be honest, there’s nothing Theon could do to not make me swoon at the very sight of him.