Jon Snow Bloodline Novels & Stories

Ella “Again.” Barion’s voice is gravel and disappointment . I’m on my back in the dirt for the tenth time today, lungs burning, ribs screaming . “I can’t,” I rasp, tasting blood . “You can,” he says, looming over me, eyes hard . “Royal blood doesn’t get to quit.” I roll to my side, spit red. “Royal blood is tired.” “Royal blood is going to get us all killed if you don’t learn control,” he snaps. “Get up.”

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

Sin asked, his heart pounding at the dark possibility of not finding the antidote. "Calm down, we are trying our best," "Please do your best to save her. Her condition is worsening," "Sin, let him concentrate," Aurelio said, and that instant Snow ran in panting heavily. Everybody turned their attention to her. "I... I'm an Rh-null blood type carrier," Snow said, cleaning the tears off her face. "Are you sure?" Sin asked, his eyes showing a spark of hope. "What nonsense is she sprouting? That is not possible!" Viola said.

Ares agrees watching us as Embry and Osric follow me out. “See, I tolded you! Alpha Jon you oday?” Phoenix squeals, jumping up and down for joy as everyone gasps at Jonathan’s golden blonde wolf coming out. “I’m ok,” Jonathan chuckles into the link, and hugs her with his neck and head after she barrels into him. “He really shifted, how is it even possible? Isn’t Jonathan from one of the first bloodlines?” Benjamin questions, looking to Mummo for an answer who is watching me with a proud smile.

Activate the vampire bloodline inside my body? Me? The vampire bloodline? Did she serious? I was a pure-blooded werewolf and a noble Alpha! However, a voice interrupted my thinking: "So you've been taking advantage of me from the very beginning, Norman!" It was Sonja. She looked at Norman and other women angrily. It seemed like she was about to collapse. She was almost insane. She shattered, "That's why......you happened to show up in the past and told me that you could help me whenever I needed help. You promised that you could fulfill my wish to replace Hannah and become the Luna of the Black Pack.

Kenzie looked aghast as she said, “What are you talking about, Oscar? Are you trying to tell us that Snow is a werewolf?” Noah cleared his throat loud enough to grab the room’s attention. “What he’s trying to tell you is that he and I come from a lineage of unique humans who turn canine upon the full moon.” “Canine?” Kenzie repeated with confusion. “Like a werewolf?” I said with disbelief. “Not like a werewolf,” Noah replied, “but a werewolf.” I hopped to my feet and snarled, “Stop this right now. I don’t know what you’re up to, but this isn’t funny.”

I stood up taking a few steps away from him. Logan shuddered in pain and fear, holding on to his dislocated knee. “Say hello to my parents for me when you get to the other side,” I said, pulling the trigger right into his forehead. I stood over him watching as his blood pooled over him. It was at that point I set out for Shadowclaw, conquering packs I came across to build my army. I finally found Shadowclaw, now ruled by Alpha Julian’s son, Jake Blackwood. I had a camp set up far east of Shadowclaw where I had patiently waited, drawing up a plan on how to bridge their defense.

"I called him Father. Everyone else simply calls him Blood, from the last name and also his wolf.” "Oh, that is kinda funny,” I say, wiping a tear of mirth from my eye, “What happens if a Bloodclaw doesn't have a second son?” He leans forward with a decidedly rakish glint in his eye, “We just keep trying and trying until we do.” *Typhon* Jonas’ cheeks flames, “Do you know,” He says hastily, “But I suddenly feel extensively tired. I believe I shall go inside and have a short rest. You are, of course, welcome to join me”.

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

I paused but didn’t look back. “The clan that killed my son,” he said, every word measured, “claimed the Ashborne line gave them rights over everyone else.” “The Ashborne line never gave rights like that,” I replied, still facing ahead. “Never. They used a bloodline they didn’t understand to excuse something ugly. Your son died because someone lied...not because of my blood.” Stillness again. Then I heard Renner let out a long, shaky breath...the kind of exhale you make when you finally set something down after carrying it too long.