Jon Snow Death Novels & Stories

Wind scoffed with disdain, “Snow, you really think Jet is going to give you a chance to turn things around? “Oh, I forgot to tell you that the two guys from your family that I arranged to keep an eye on you are killed. I bet it was Bass who did it. “The two of them are your family members and you killed them just so you can run. You are as ruthless as your mother!” Snow’s expression turned grim. “Wind, you! I told Bass to subdue them, not kill them! There’s no way they’d die! When you sent them to watch us, I bet you already had plans to kill them and frame me for their deaths! It was Jet, wasn't it?!” The two dead family members were Snow’s distant cousins. The moment she escaped, Wind orde

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

But gratitude could not bring love back. My love for Adrian Moretti had ended that Christmas Eve, when my father died in the snow.

It stopped Alex and the rest of the members from coming between me and Killian. "It's my fight Alex," I growled with an unknown anger. Snow was dying to come out and take over to finish the bastard standing in front of me. Alex tried breaking the ice wall desperately by bumping into it again and again. I felt the shock of the pack members at what I had just done. They still didn't know that I was the white wolf. Moreover, this was the first time Alex had witnessed this side of my power. I could feel him trying to invade my mind through the mind link, but I had blocked out everyone. "I am going to end this for once and for all," I growled before lunging at him. My claws came out as they dug i

I thought what happened was real, I thought I was dead, I thought. I cried in Joseph's chest. "Honey, don't worry. No one will hurt you anymore, no one will hurt you anymore because Aunt Beth is gone." I stopped crying and faced Joseph again. "Huh? What's gone?" "He's gone, he tried to enter Tito Joel's house. He didn't know there was a guard at Tito's house, he thought we were the only ones with a guard so he had the courage to enter Tito's house. There was a shootout there and he was killed Aunt Beth of the police. She's loved no more, no villain in our lives."

When Benji's funeral was over, I headed to the hospital right away. Rosalind Lane's son, Kenneth Young, resided in a VIP ward. His arm was bandaged, and he could be seen chatting with Rosalind and Joshua animatedly. Joshua's expression crashed instantly the moment he saw me. He hurried out of the ward afterward. "Who told you to come here? Kenny's condition has just stabilized! Don't cause trouble for us, now!" "Joshua Tucker, your son is dead, and yet all you care about is another woman's son!" I roared at Joshua hysterically, earning shocked looks from Rosalind and Kenneth.

When she was dead, I drop her to the ground, I can feel the blood dripping from my chin. I fall to the ground and cry, it's been a long time since I've killed someone. To see her dead... it's heartbreaking. ~~ After I bury the body, I head back home; Snowy is waiting for me on the front porch. His head tilts to the side with confusion seeing me looking heartbroken with dried blood on my chin. "Ava?" He asks, turning back into his human form. Thankfully, he had clothes laying by the couch to change into. "Ava, is that... blood?" My eyes get wide and I rush to the bathroom. I didn't get all the blood off my chin. I'm gonna have to come clean, he's gonna know I killed someone.

“What? Is there news about him?” “Oh, there’s plenty. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it.” “Go on, what about him?” “Jason’s brother was killed by a truck when bullies chased him all over the place, his fucking neighbors,” the boy said. Grant watched him. The boy’s head made him look like an improper fraction; he also had a big mouth to match. “Oh, here’s another weird stuff. They say Jason killed one of the people that killed his brother by just thinking it.”

For the first time in 2026, I felt alive. We reached the basement—the morgue. It was the only way out that Silas hadn't blocked yet. The air was freezing, smelling of chemicals and silence. "My car is in the ambulance bay," Julian wheezed, his face damp with sweat. We ran past the silver drawers of the dead. But as we reached the exit, Julian stopped. He looked at a body lying on a gurney, covered in a white sheet. A hand was sticking out from under the cloth—a hand wearing a gold wedding ring.

Donald froze and tried to say something, but Connor interrupted, "Show me the body. We'll do the autopsy now!" Connor was the most famous forensic doctor in the city and had helped the police solve numerous major criminal investigations. It had been two days and two nights from the moment he walked in the door. My body was finally pieced together, with only my head missing. A trace of reluctance flashed across Connor's face. "The deceased is about 18-25 years old and was electrocuted before death. She has multiple fractures and several large and small knife wounds.