Jon Snow Death Novels & Stories

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

He glared at me. "Speaking of, Jon... You never did explain what your relationship is with him" he pressed. I sighed. I might as well tell him the truth. "Jon's matte died a month after he found her when they were 16. Rogues killed her and he found her body in the woods. He lost it. Mourning for years. We tried everything. I talked to him daily, trying to get through to him. Just when we thought that he was lost. Forever, he snapped out of it. We were overjoyed but then..." I trailed off.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

I think that is a great idea. “We can’t contact him.” Dreston states. “Why not?” I ask. “Shawn was killed a year ago. No one is sure when it happened or why but everyone highly suspects that Johanna had something to do with it. The people that I talked to remembered seeing her around right before he was found. They also said that although no one ever saw them that the scent of wolves was present in the area his body was found.” Dreston elaborates.

"All that talk about 'you and her, never to be apart'—you were the one who always said it, right? If Janet hadn't told me, how would I know?" Chester's face turned ghostly white, with all color drained away. "You're in cahoots with that little dummy to trick me, aren't you? She's been away for two years and has even learned to lie!" I felt a surge of injustice for Janet. I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. "How can you say these things and still have a conscience? You sent her to the Highveil Mountains, where she died of hypothermia! Her body is still up there on the Highveil Mountains!"

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

Refusing to leave his clinic to make a house call, Joseph instructed Jenson to have his mentor brought directly to him. Over the next two days, Joseph split his time evenly between Jenson's rehabilitation and Richard's ongoing recovery. Joseph even learned from Cindy that three more Zahns died from poisoning despite efforts to save them, but the Snows weren't responsible. However, a quick conversation with Kenneth revealed the sinister truth. An outsider, well-versed in obscure toxins, had caught wind of Owen's legendary longevity secrets. The individual had paid Owen a hostile visit, demanding the complete life-extension formula and the specialized pills.

All eyes turned to the woman who had appeared out of nowhere. Hazel was stunned. "Ms. Cervantes?" Sonia's gaze didn't linger on her for a second. When she saw me trapped in the snow, my knee torn and bleeding through the fabric, anger flashed in her eyes. She shoved Hazel aside. "Medical team! Call the helicopter!" Her assistant sprang into action. Sonia hurried over in a few strides, carefully supporting me as she pulled me out of the deep snowdrift. "Are you okay?"

*RRAAAAAAWWWRRGH! A loud roar rang through the plains and snow began to fall, encompassing the entire field in seconds and slowly burying the unconscious Wilson. Wilson was going to die and he did not even have an idea where, when or why. The snow slowly continued to fall and covered Wilson’s shivering, yet unconscious body at a steady pace. His body was slowly freezing to death. ************** “Eh, Papa! Come and see this statue!” a young voice resounded through the now snowy plain.

"Like I can't think straight when you're around. Like everything I've been telling myself about why this is wrong doesn't matter anymore." I couldn't breathe. "Nick, we can't." "I know." "Riley is right inside. Your mother is here. Amanda is watching everything." "I know." "So we should go back in. Keep our distance. Pretend there's nothing between us." "We should," he agreed. But neither of us moved. We stood there in the falling snow, so close I could feel his breath on my face. The moment stretched forever and not long enough. Then the back door opened and light spilled out.