Game Thrones Jon Snow Novels & Stories

“But crowns forged in shadow break under light. And soon, yours will too.” Serenya’s hands trembled, though she hid them in her gown’s folds. Every word felt like a blade, every glance a test. Yet she lifted her chin once more, forcing her heart to still. The game of thrones had begun—and in shadows, the deadliest moves were made.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

"I think you're wrong. You are talking about the guy who saved your life by shielding you with his own body. I think that you two should be more honest with each other once he's awake." Nova wanted to say something, but she only froze upon seeing Tyrion standing on the threshold. He nodded and entered the room, walking over to his unconscious Beta. Tyrion looked exhausted and devastated. I couldn't help but step closer to him and hug him from behind. He placed his hands on mine as I snaked around his waist and pressed my palms to his perfectly rigid abdomen. I could see Nova smirking while she looked at us. Our sweet silence lasted less than a minute before Tyrion took my hands away and sat

,Jonathan moved to the front. "no we found the fuckers who killed our family ",a man steps forward and looks familiar but I can't place him. Helen is groggy as she sits up and gasps. The man snarls are her. "Helen Snow",she grips my hand. "Dwight Snow, I'm shocked this is her mates older brother, your brother was an abuser and piece of work",she adds as he growls viciously. "you still had this pack murder him",she sighed.

Then the rest of his men stormed in behind him, guns blazing, tearing through the guards like they were nothing. Jon stumbled back, shouting orders, but it was useless. His little army was gone in seconds. The doctor tried to run but Thorne shot him without a word. He pointed his gun straight at Jon. “Looks like your shitty show is over.” Jon’s face twisted with fury. “Fuck you.” Thorne took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You crossed a line, Jon. You touched her. You tried to take what’s mine.” Jon’s hand hovered over the table behind him. “Think again, Thorne.”

I watched as he walked through the double doors leading to the delivery rooms. 20 minutes had gone by before a nurse came out. “ Ms. Snow, if you would like to come back.” “ I’m allowed?. Sure, I'll come.” I followed her through the doors and down the hall to Rebecca's room. I opened the door, and there laid Rebecca on the bed watching Ethan hold the baby. “ Wanna hold him?.” Ethan asked. “ Let me wash my hands.” I said, smiling back at him. “ His name is Johnathan Anthony Robins.”

Naomi had just got as far at the sliding doors to the outside world, away from that smug alpha when she felt and arm snake around her waist, stopping her in her tracks and then pulling her against a hard muscular torso. “Oh no you don’t sweetheart” Theon said close to her ear, the feel of his breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve spent three years looking for you. You aren’t going anywhere.” Struggling against his grip Naomi was becoming more infuriated, “Let go of me before I rip you apart” she said through gritted teeth. At that same moment she stamped backwards onto his foot, harder than he thought she could, and it achieved her aim, she felt his arms let go of her as

She exhaled slowly. The plan was simple. Wait. Watch. Listen. The candle in the great hall would burn long into the evening. The lords would drink and murmur and weigh the meaning of the name Snow. Winter would remain where he was, unmoving, unreadable, while the North watched him hold his son.

His face was pale, his eyes wide with terror. "Elara, " he gasped. Blood began to seep from a wound beneath his ribs. "Do not trust the Council. The Rogues... They did not just infiltrate Blackwood." Kaelen stumbled forward, collapsing into her arms. Over his shoulder, Elara saw the doors of the Terrace slam shut. The sound of locks clicking into place was loud. From the shadows of the Great Hall, a figure emerged. It was Alpha Thorne of the Iron-Claws.. His eyes were not gray anymore. They were glowing with a green light.