Jon Snow And Lyanna Stark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her face was bright red, tears starting down her cheek as she shook her head frantically. "Don't give me to him!" Leora cried out, pointing a finger at Jon. "I can't marry Alpha Kolton! I've been sleeping with Jon!" The entire courtyard went dead silent. Cain's jaw dropped open. He turned slowly, staring at Jon with wide, disbelieving eyes. "What did you just say?" Jon turned pale as paper. He took three quick steps backward, his hands shaking violently as he looked at Cain. "Alpha... Cain... please... I can explain—"

Rayna slammed into the surface, so quickly I had a flash of pain in my head. She studied him intensely for a few seconds before, sniffing him. He was dressed in a black tunic and black jeans. He'd just showered I could see, but his scent was sharp and I could catch Brie's scent mixed in with his. They would have a hard time denying taking her. But I'm willing to hear them out and see reason with them if possible. "Get up to your feet all of you. We don't have much time. I am Sonaya Lockhart, It's a pleasure to finally find a large group of my people, but trouble abounds, and we need to address that first."

By Raven. A cold jolt ran through me as the vision sharpened. Lyanna was there, trapped in a darkened cell, chains binding her wrists and ankles. Her usually radiant golden hair was tangled, her skin pale from exhaustion. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the damp stone walls around her. Her breathing was ragged. Her spirit—once so vibrant—was dimming. "Lyanna," I whispered, stepping closer. Her head snapped up, her blue eyes searching. She couldn't see me, not fully, but she felt my presence.

"Land and title for whoever brings back the pregnant girl. Death for anyone who helps her." "Generous. Arlene must be desperate." "Last chance. Come out now." Lyanna looked at Damoew. He was leaning against the cave wall, barely able to stand, but his eyes were alert. "Can you shift?" she asked quietly. "I don't think so. The stasis drained too much." "Then stay back. Protect Jasmina." "Mother…" "I'm not losing you again. Not after twenty years." Lyanna gripped her knife. "Cassian, you're with me. We take them fast and hard. Don't let them get a shot off."

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

“You two are revolting, and I’m dying, and I don’t want my last memories to be the Lycan King catching air kisses in my hospital room.” “Your hospital room. In my territory. Funded by my medical programme.” “BYE, Knox.” He goes. But not before pausing at the door to look at me one more time, and the look he gives me is the one that isn’t for anyone else, the one that says I am coming back for you, and I am counting the minutes until I do. Then he’s gone. Rayana waits approximately four seconds. “So,” she says. “How big is his cock?”

“Get those brats!” He orders his soldiers. Without another moment of hesitation, Kyra and Thena run off with Alexei. He protests and wants to look for Roseanne but his sisters run at full speed. The guards chasing them have also turned into wolves but they cannot outrun the Lycan princesses.

“Kingsley, let me have control.” “I know, I’m trying to give it to you,” he says, and to my horror, there’s panic in his voice. “Hold on, I’m letting you take the reins. . . .” He falters, and I can feel the energy shifting to me, but my form stays the same. I’m still a Lycan. I move nervously, balancing Yana on my back, torn between hoping she’s capable of being conscious and wishing she won’t wake up too soon. However, she just stays there with strain in her breathing, the cut on her head bleeding profusely.

He was dead serious. He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-existent.

“Patient. The kind of person who makes a pack better just by being in it. I believe with everything I have that she would be an extraordinary Luna for Blood Moon. I would never presume to disobey your orders, Your Majesty, and I say this with the deepest respect, but I am asking your permission to marry Hailey and give Blood Moon the Luna it deserves.” He finished. He folded his hands on the table and sat there looking earnest and long-suffering and I genuinely had to remind myself that we were sitting in front of the Lycan King because if we hadn't been I would have slapped him. Twice. Three constructive slaps even. How dare he? He wanted permission to marry Hailey.