Jon Snow Reborn Novels & Stories

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

he murmured into my ear, “but I’ve missed you so much.” My heart hiccupped. I wiggled closer, inhaling his scent of woody cologne, and something distinctly him. My hands locked behind his waist like I could anchor myself to him and never let go. “I missed you too.” I tipped my chin up. “Were you able to solve the issue at Stormborn?” He nodded, brushing a thumb along my arm. “Yes. And I rushed back to you as soon as I did.” Then he hesitated, swallowing, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I have a surprise for you.”

My skin, a pale and almost white color, blends into the deep wine colour of my evening dress. My hair is even starker and the jewels on top of it look like drops of blood on white snow. But the thing that truly stands out is my pair of gold, piercing eyes. In my previous life, they were warm and lovable. Now, I see a very big difference. I've become cold. I had died and returned to the very timeline that caused my own despair. Well, unfortunately for my oppressors, I will not just change the fates that killed me— I will make sure they pay dearly.

My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if my heart might break through it. There was no time to think. I grabbed Andrew's phone, woke the screen, and turned it toward them. "Of course, he has a family. Look." A small, bright photo filled the display, a family of three smiling at the camera. Andrew looked younger, enough to place it years back. The child stood out immediately, with his pale skin and white hair. In my last life, I learned later that Andrew's son had a rare genetic condition. He couldn't afford treatment, and the boy died at six.

Panic and fear flickered in his eyes when he looked at me. "I don't want her, Grandma," Jonah said while pointing at me, his tone making it clear that there would be no room for compromise. "I want Rose Stenson to be my personal bodyguard." Chaos erupted in the room. I burst into laughter as I took in the urgency in Jonah's eyes. It turned out that he had also been reborn. In our past lives, when Emily chose me to be Jonah's personal bodyguard, he had simply stood on the sidelines and silently accepted her decision.

I gently and slowly walked over to her, looking at all the elders and chiefs in the room, making them bow as I walked past. “Orion…” She called as I crouched low beside her chair. “Is that you?” She asked as tears filled her eyes. “Yes mama, it's me.” I responded softly, and she hugged me, bursting into tears. I chuckled, patting her back as she cried. “There's no need to cry mama, I'm alive.” I muttered, but she hugged me tighter. “My long lost son is back!” Jon announced. “What a miracle!” “More like your long dead son is alive. And that's definitely not a miracle.” Paenyrah snapped audaciously.

There are many handsome and beautiful people in the world, but he is one of a kind. Sparkling blonde. Flawless skin. Sweet smile and kind voice. When he moved, there was a radiance about him, and when he smiled, those around him noticed a noticeable change in the atmosphere. It was not because of that, of course, that Rose remembered him. In point of fact, Rose witnessed him in one of his past lives. When was it, exactly 12 years ago? It was when Jason was 17 years old that Rose's company, BZ, was asked to become his bodyguard and they accepted the offer.

Snow was embarrassed but could only hold out her hand to Jared. “Hello Mr. Johnston, I am Snow, Nicole’s cousin. Nice to meet you.” She smiled and fiddled with her hair, trying to impress Jared. No boy at school could resist her suggestive teasing, and she thought Jared was no exception. But Jared just nodded casually. “Nice to meet you.” Snow and Raine tried their entire bag of tricks to impress Jared but hit a wall when Jared snubbed them.

REBORNED Episode five Nona POV: The moment dove was brought into the room; she was almost pale, unconscious. I feared something might have happened to her. The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you.