Jon Snow Reborn Novels & Stories

A shockwave of bronze energy rolled out from the center of the courtyard, knocking over the stone pillars and melting the remaining snow into steam. I tumbled across the scorched earth, my body aching, but I was alive. I looked up and saw Rowan standing a few feet away. He was human again, but he looked different. There was a bronze glow beneath his skin, and his amethyst eyes were calm and clear. He was no longer a "Beast" or a "Donor." He was something new. He was the other half of the Origin.

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!"

Fondling the paper, I unfolded the paper and read: Dearest Snow, You have been bitten by your hunter and are now a revenant. Congratulations! The strong survive, and only one will have the pleasure of becoming my new host. Now is the time to play. Build up your strength. Enjoy all your new body has to offer. Find your true love. Get your fill of him physically, emotionally, spiritually, and then kill him. You must do so by your eighteenth birthday.

And even now, as Snow sits beside me fawning about how Jordan gets her. I drag my eyes across the wall clock. 7PM. I've got an hour to decide to either get this dick or starve. “He doesn't cheat. I can swear on that. He's got a temper but no man's perfect baby,” I stopped listening. My brain works overtime, picturing that tattooed arm, strong chest, his lips and…. “Jenaya…?” Snow's voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts. I snap my eyes to me. “what is it?” Snow asked.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

"I thought the Second's line was gone. I thought it had ended when—" She stopped. When the Second's bloodline was supposed to have been destroyed with Mara's imprisonment. But it hadn't been destroyed. It had been reduced to one surviving line, running through generations, arriving at a twenty-two-year-old wolf who ran through a burning situation with a baby in her arms. And the baby she had been carrying was Rowan.

Kimberly explained softly. Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal." At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell. When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!" My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn. In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

“I need to see her, I need to—” “You will, doll.” He holds me closer to his chest, wanting to calm me down. I do calm down, because he's here and nothing can harm me. “But for now, let Daddy take you home, baby.” He whispers close to my lips and I can't help but just kiss him. I thought I'd never see him again, but I guess we've been given one more chance. And it's the best Christmas eve present ever. ~~~~ It's still dark when we return to the house—Jaxon’s home. I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.