Jon Snow Bloodline Novels & Stories

Adrian looked up at the white-haired girl, somewhat puzzled. According to some legends in Obscura City, the Snow Lady was a profoundly evil entity. Just like the so-called ghosts he had encountered before, they were all monsters born for specific reasons. As for the Snow Lady, she had inherited a bloodline and was not an artificially created specter. It was akin to the royal bloodline of Celestrians in Thalia. "It appears that she has awakened the bloodline of the Snow Lady. However, for some reason, her awakening seems to have been suppressed, resulting in a split personality," Adrian mused, temporarily unable to fully comprehend the situation.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

“Don’t be so sure of yourself Jason! You have no Alpha blood! You can never defeat me!” Jason’s face turned dark with rage as the hurt registered in his eyes. “My bloodline owns this land, we are the first wolves of the cold mountain and not Alpha Zero! I have more than just Alpha blood that’s what it takes to defeat you!” My eyes widened as he clawed into Alpha Xander’s chest. “No!”

Seren’s breath hitched. It was her. The woman from her dream. Selune. The fork slipped from Seren’s hand, clattering against her plate. Her father didn’t notice—he was lost in memory. But the System did. [Analysis Complete.] [Genetic Match Detected: 72% correlation with Divine Lineage.] [Congratulations, Seren Nightwind—You are Moonblooded.] Seren’s pulse thundered in her ears. Moonblooded. Daughter of the Moon. Her gaze drifted to the window, where sunlight danced weakly against the fading moon. Somewhere, far above, Selune’s voice seemed to echo softly—half lullaby, half warning.

nothing special. Jordan- I can't believe I have to ask this... Who is your grandfather? Zion- zeta Seth ! Paris- fuck!!! Jordan- they are not coming for us! No they want the next generation!.. xander your bloodline is powerful!.. Cody- this doesn't add up!.. john knew nothing of this. So how come his going after you're bloodline? Zion- and I asked his parents, he stopped going home after you made him chief not officially beta!

I take it and get a closer look at it. It was an invitation to Alex Snow’s wedding, Isaac Snow’s oldest son. Isaac Snow, the leader of the Snow clan, has four children. Three sons and one daughter. The oldest one was Alex, followed by Jacob, Lucas, and April. I have never met any of them before. I’ve only seen glimpses of the daughter April at my high school. She was seventeen years old, a year younger than me. The boys were all older, that’s why I never ran into them despite living in a small town where everyone knows each other.

David pushed open the basement door, a place that still gives him pure happiness. The memory of him tearing Morton apart limp from limp is still fresh in his mind. A pound smile made its way on his face as he got in. The scene inside looks way familiar. Same as previous time a figure on the ground, scared and trembling. "P-please, I didn't do anything." Came the voice. It seemed tired. Well, she has been here for so many days. "Catlin Snow. The orphan who took shelter in Blood Moon pack. Originally from Red Dome pack. Have one son and my mate is dead. Record of being a traitor." He crouched down to her level.

Mother or Father this time? Outside the compound, a lone figure watched from the treeline—Madam Jones, bandaged but alive, smiling as she cradled a vial of glowing serum. “The Jones line endures.” Ava felt the new life stir stronger in her womb as she drifted to sleep in Jeffrey’s arms. The revenge was complete, the love rekindled, but the blood legacy refused to die. Dawn would bring new storms.

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.