Jon Snow And Lyanna Stark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If she’s not my mate, then kindly fuck off. I feel you Santiago, I do, but you have yet to meet our Luna, so dancing with a female won’t hurt anybody. As for myself, I feel like getting my grove on. How about you, Nate? Are you going to join us? Sandy is waiting by the vip entrance with her cousin Anne. Nah, I’m not feeling it tonight. Take Jason with you Luca, I’m sure Anne won’t mind. Fine. So how about it, Jason, you up for it?

I sidestepped them and stormed up the steps, grabbing Elle’s arm and forcing her to face me. “How could you do this to me?!” I screamed. “We’ve been friends forever! I thought we were family! Why?!” Elle wrenched her arm free and slapped me so hard that my vision blurred. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the sting of her blow set my face on fire. “Get your filthy omega hands off me,” she spat. “And it’s Luna Elle now, not Ellie. Don’t think for a second that you were ever on my level. You’re delusional, Nara. I only helped you because it was fun watching you play pretend.”

I widened my eyes as I put on his shirt hurriedly to go to my room. He spanked my ass as I walked past him… “I will be back soon; don't run away.” I said as I ran out of his room, and as expected. Lyanna was standing across his doorstep with a murderous gaze; she scrutinized my body filled with Darius's bites. His shirt was above my knees, revealing enough skin on my thigh, which probably showed her how claimed my body was, as the bites appeared on every spot. “Fucking bitch! Slut!” she cursed as her eyes burned with rage. “Yes, Lyanna, call me whenever you want, because I will keep fucking that man in there until my pussy can’t feel any wetness anymore.” I walked closer to her as I whispere

I exhaled and rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Not that it matters anyway. Gentlemen, please I would like to speak with Tyrion privately for a minute." "Alright, you can go ahead, my lady." They left and I went down quickly and adjusted close to Tyrion. "What was that about? Why are you telling everyone that I'm a Lycan princess?" "Because that's who you are, and you are already acting towards it. You think I don't know that you have been providing refuge for lone wolves and rogue wolves outside this community?" "I was just trying to help." "That's what leaders do," Tyrion replied. He stretched his arms and held my hand lightly. "Look, Ryanna, the very day I saw you after you were attacked I knew

It was an alpha. Massive. Black like Arya. Piercing silver eyes. I’d seen him before. Alpha Snow. The vision shifted. The black wolf circled me, nosing in my direction. A low growl rumbled in the space between us, but I couldn’t tell if it came from him or me. Arya’s shackles rose, and she crouched, bracing to pounce. But Alpha Snow didn’t flinch. He didn’t move a muscle. He simply stared.

He commented, turning around to leave, assuming I would follow after him. That was exactly what I did, following a man I didn't know, to go mate with a man I didn't know, and be killed by him the second I become his Luna. The Winter Snow Pack are well known for Lunas brutally murdered on the night of their mating ceremony by none other than the Alphas themseleves.

Ryan said nothing; he only stared, as if her words meant nothing. Gianna laughed, but it came out hollow and bitter. Her smile was edged with hurt, as if her hope had died. She looked over her shoulder and whispered, “Come in.” The door opened instantly and Logan walked in, hand in hand with Snow, little Kyle by their side. Ryan’s eyes widened and he stood, the shock quickly turning into something else. All he could focus on was the bite mark on Snow’s neck, shiny and glinting with her loyalty. He gritted his teeth and glared at Logan—Gianna noticed and slammed her hands on the table to draw attention.

Shania backed up toward the bathroom. "I'm not putting my mouth on you. I don't even know you." She glared at him while still trying to locate her clothes. She didn't see them anywhere in the small room. Shania watched as Jon slowly stood up and walked over to her. He grabbed her face hard, and she tried to get away as he put his mouth over hers. She felt tears in her eyes when he forced his tongue into her mouth.

“What we were. What we were meant to be.” Aria reached for her hand. “You don’t belong to them. You’re my sister. Come back.” “I belong to the flame,” Lyanna said with a smile. “And so do you.” The ground cracked. A burst of heat knocked Aria backward. Kael rushed in just as Lyanna rose fully into the air, flames twisting into a crown around her head. “She’s too far gone!” Riven shouted as he and the remaining wolves joined the fight. “No,” Aria said, coughing as she stood. “She’s still in there—I know it.”

“No. You didn’t imagine anything. I held you. I loved you. And I never stopped.” Lyanna let out a soft, shaky sob, the first real sound of emotion since they found her. Ronan immediately leaned forward. “Hey, don’t cry. We just got you back.” Aleron nodded firmly. “You can cry later. We’ll all cry together. But not now.” Lyanna sniffed softly. “You’re both… really here.” Ronan grinned lightly. “You say that we look imaginary.” Aleron snorted. “To be fair, Ronan does look like someone hallucinating might imagine him.”