Jon Snow Bloodline Novels & Stories

Once I got back into town I recieved a call from Mr. Marrieotti. “Yes Mr. Marrieotti, the body has been disposed of appropriately. He will never see a subpoena.” “ Good Ms. Snow, I am glad we are on the same page. Thank you for getting it done in a timely manner as always.” One of the reasons that I am the most prolific contract killer is because I am a woman. I was in Special ops Marine Corps when I met my commanding officer Robins. He’d become like a brother to me. In fact, he was the only family I had. So when he asked if I would be the God- Mother to little Johnathan I didn’t hesitate before saying yes.

There is no strategic alignment. "The execution list spans too many winter campaigns," Hazel Hale says, her voice strained. Michael knows the truth; the Hale family silently holds his bloodline responsible for this strike. Jone was taken because he wears the Silverclaw mark. "We are verifying every surviving kin member of those packs, but the lineage lines are dead." "The treasury records show no unusual movements or bribery within the outer ranks," Janet Rose Hale adds, slamming her ledger shut.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.

"He goes after us, we go after him, it never ends. I'm done fighting." "But he tried to ruin our lives," Adrian said. "And he failed," I pointed out. "We're still here, still together, still building something good. Exposing him just pulls us back into his drama." Adrian thought about it for a long moment before nodding. "Okay. Keep it sealed." Jennifer looked relieved. "Thank you. I know he doesn't deserve your mercy but I appreciate it anyway." "This isn't mercy," I said. "It's self-preservation. We're choosing to move forward instead of staying stuck in the past."

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

They had not expected this—had not expected a mother, a Luna, a force older than Mooncrest, to stand before them. And then the snow was stained. Blood darkened the pristine white, painting a trail that followed the rogues’ retreat. I did not pause to mourn, did not allow myself the luxury of hesitation. Every strike, every movement, was calculated to ensure survival—not just mine, but Liora’s, and the child within me.

I asked. Of course that's why she is telling me, she knows I know, what else does she knows then "You know what I am talking about Micah" she said taking a step forward, I also took a step forward crossing my arms. "I said I don't" I stated. "I guess we have to go into full details then" she said. "I already know all your plans Micah, I know Who Rowan Is... She is the last of her bloodline, the rogue bloodline, she is the daughter of Kael draven and Luna draven."

Jax said, which definitely caught my attention. "What?" I asked. "White wolves are a legend. They apparently belong to Seline's direct bloodline. The women that were designed to be great warriors. You are the last of Seline's bloodline now that your mother is dead." Noah said. "Great. Just when I thought I couldn't be any more of a fucking freak." I said. "That's why I came to the city. Because I knew that we were mates, I had a feeling that you were a white wolf and you would need extra protection." Noah said.

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

Her mind was busy twining the red threads between all the shreds of evidence that she encountered to get more clarity. “White Female Wolf?” Sonya rubbed her forehead as she folded her two arms on the table and her eyes kept staring at the computer screen. “Mum said…the white wolf blood…” Sonya bit her lower lip. ‘Is it possible that the wolf blood that I inherit is the female lineage of wolf blood?’