Jon Snow Death Book Novels & Stories

Hank sneered, "Is people wanting what's mine. Keep it up, and I won't mind getting you locked up again.” "Oh, and one more thing," he said, suddenly grinning like he had just thought of a great joke. "You don't know yet, do you? Your mom's dead. Died right before New Year's last year. Too bad Nancy was too busy with me to bother with that old woman. You have no idea how sad it was. I even felt bad." He laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. I could not take it anymore. I clenched my fist.

There didn't seem to be anything out of place. Then my eyes land on a dark, unmoving shape in the snow. And at first I deny. Because there was no way that Noel would be out here— in the snow during winter. Even if his father was a monster, he wasn't a murderer. But as I get closer, I think I see ash pale hair. It is him. "Noel." I whisper, taking his frozen body into my arms. His eyes are closed, lashes covered in snow and frozen tears. There are bruises on his throat, dried blood on the side of his face.

The Living Reaper was the best out of the best, followed by the Stellar and then Joaquin. “Well, it’s hard to say,” Tyrone said in a serious voice. “At the end of the day, it’s never a wrong decision to get acquainted with someone like Kayson. Besides, there’s no way he would come here for vacation. “Did anything happen in Skyspring in the past two days?” Jeremy thought for a while and said, “There is. I heard that Howard is dead.” Tyrone was stunned. “What? Howard is dead? How?”

*Typhon* My first thought upon hearing the shot is that my life is over. My second thought is exactly the same, although not for the same reasons. As soon as I realize that I’m not dead, and that Fire Moon has managed to bring down the villain who’d been attempting to shoot me with a well-placed blow to the head, it occurs to me that the shot I’d heard was not nearly loud enough to have been fired up on the cliff. It came from down on the beach, and that can mean only one thing. Jonas is dead. And my life is over.

But what was colder still was my heart. Thrown out into the night, my head hit a stone hidden beneath the snow, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, my body had turned cold, and the thick snow had erased the traces. No one thought to look for me. They were inside, warming by the fire, enjoying their family time. Meanwhile, I lay frozen in the snow, wondering how long it would take before they noticed I was gone.

“You’ve had over twenty-four hours to think of one, boy, and you’ve come up with squat.” “I’ve been distracted.” Jon rolled his eyes at Booker’s whistling cackle. “But now I’m not. I’ll come up with something, something that will get Harley off Zoe’s trail.” “Killin’ him would do that.” “You’re bloodthirsty,” Jon scoffed. Croaking out a chuckle, the sound of a lighter flickered through the phone before Booker spoke again. “Better bloodthirsty than dead, son. Better than dead. See ya tomorrow. Hopefully with a loaded gun and thirst for some damn blood yourself.”

I couldn't hear what was happening but I heard someone asking to call the ambulance as I laid on the ground, supported in someone's arms who held me tight as the feeling of death consumed me. If Jon was dead then I had no more reason to live. Jon was everything to me and now his gone. Ren I'm sure you'd love to see papa. Let's go join him so please don't hate me for going with you. These were my last thoughts before tears slipped down my eyes and I gave up consciousness. AUTHOR'S NOTE Dear readers please comment, review and rate my book. I will gladly appreciate it so I will know which of my book is best for the Goodnovel's 2020 contest.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

The creature screamed in agony thrashing about in the blindingly white snow covering everything in the deep red of its blood. She watched it briefly as it struggled to crawl away from her but it was too weak and slumped to the ground in a pool of blood. The She-Wolf walked forward and nudged the creature with her nose making it scream in fear and pain. Her stomach rumbled and she snarled this was no time for her to be playing with the food she had not eaten in weeks, leaning forward she caught the strange creature by its neck and brought her jaws together sending the head tumbling across the bloodied snow. She lapped at the warm blood enjoying its sweet coppery taste as it went down her thro