Jon Snow Death Novels & Stories

Jon laughs, "Oh, you're such a softie, Dina. Don't tell me that was the first time you saw someone die in this line of work." It wasn't. I saw a lot of people die while she was with Black Dawn. But they were mostly adults, though, not a kid like that. Someone who had his whole life in front of him. There is no way I can forgive Jon for that. "You're going to pay for what you did, Jon. All of you." I sneer. I can practically hear him scoff, even though he's several steps in front of me, "This innocent act is really getting on my nerves, Dina."

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

"Did… something happen to Jonah?" My hand flew before I even realized it, slapping him across the face so hard my palm stung. "How dare you even ask me that!" My voice cracked, raw. "Jonah died because of you! Jonah bled out in a car accident, and I called you, begging you to come home. But you didn't. You turned your phone off!" Tears blurred my vision, spilling hot and heavy down my cheeks. "If it weren't for you, Jonah would still be alive. You killed him, Sheldon. You killed our son."

He could not accept that it was his own fault, that his obsession with appearances and his terror of being laughed at had driven his own son to death. The day of the funeral, snow fell thick and heavy and blanketed everything in white. Not many people came. Only Uncle Ray’s family and a small group of relatives attended.

“Ferran never had a daughter. He only had a son, Justin Snow and he is dead already.” “Hmm,” Rhea smiled and walked closer to Xavier. “You seem to have a keen knowledge of the Snow family. Tell me how did you know that he was dead?” “That’s not your business…” Xavier started to say. “I killed him,” Layla cut in. “I killed Justin Snow. Got a problem with that?”

The scent of blood and death was enough. Ignoring them, I snapped my focus back to Snow, returning to my knees before her. Agony sliced through me as I touched her bloodied neck with trembling fingers, hoping against hope to feel a pulse. Nothing. Her chest didn’t rise. Her heart didn’t beat. A raw, guttural sound echoed in the air and I realized it was coming out from my lungs as I pulled Snow’s lifeless body against mine. She was gone.

“I guess it's just my age that I keep as a secret.” “No. You have another secret. About your paranoia.” Anthony slowly removed his arm from Shanon's waist. He stepped back and turned to rest his elbows on the balcony guardrail. “Anthony, what happened?” Shanon became increasingly worried because Anthony deliberately avoided eye contact with her. Anthony didn't even flinch an inch when she touched his arm. "What is it?" "Two years ago. Tuesday, around nine o'clock in the evening. Exactly a week before the Christmas holidays start. A student from the art department died.”

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

He roars—mechanically. Suddenly, he freezes. Inside, an invisible battle rages between Sona and the clone. After ten minutes, a massive explosion erupts. I am thrown aside. When the smoke clears, Lucas lies on the ground in his normal form. Sona lies unconscious beside him. The silver locket rests on Lucas’s chest—now completely black. I rush to him. His wings are gone, burned to ashes. He opens his eyes—clear brown. “Sophia… I drove it out. But it took all my technology and life force. I am just a mortal now.”

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t