Jon Snow Reborn Novels & Stories

Then, faintly — not through sound, but through pulse — came an answer. I’m here. The voice vibrated inside him, resonating in the marrow of his bones. It wasn’t coming from the air anymore — it lived beneath his skin, within his blood. The bond had changed. What had once been a whisper from beyond was now a heartbeat within. And for the first time since his rebirth, Soren felt something close to fear. He rose slowly, his boots sinking into what looked like snow but wasn’t. When he knelt and brushed his fingers through it, the flakes disintegrated into gray dust. Ash. The ground was made of it — soft, weightless, dead.

“I have… the future grandchild of the Snow family.” Sarah lowered her head and suddenly touched her stomach. “Yes, Rodney was expelled from the Snow family, but his children will always be the flesh and blood of the Snow family. After a long time has passed and the Snow family isn’t angry anymore, the child will eventually return to the family.” Wesley’s eyes moved slightly. “Sarah Neeson, you’re really vicious.” “Don’t I make a good match for you, then? Not to mention… Don’t you want to taste a woman whom Shaun Hill once had before?” Sarah leaned over and bit his earlobe gently.

He had returned home for vengeance, so he wondered why he felt the fear. Jayden took in a deep breath before he crossed the border gingerly as if expecting to have the ground swallow him when his paw touched the ground. But nothing happened for a moment and then... The wet loamy brown earth beneath his paw froze and small cracking sounds were made as ice covered the ground. He lifted his paw and there was ice under it. He was the Reincarnation of the long-dead Alpha of Snowfall, and now he had brought the snow with him to the city, a city that had never seen snow.

"For everything I put you through." "Okay," I said carefully. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "I've been watching what you've done with the restitution fund," Corso said. "And it made me realize I was becoming the same person your father was, letting revenge consume everything." Adrian and I looked at each other. "I appreciate that," Adrian said. "But what do you want from us?" "Nothing," Corso said. "I just wanted you to know that I'm withdrawing all opposition to your board positions and your new venture. You've earned the right to build something new."

In my past life, I would have accepted her pleas without hesitation. Yet, going to the store meant meeting Adrian Hawthorne. And meeting Adrian meant stepping back into the nightmare I fought so hard to escape. Even reborn, fate was trying to drag me down the same path. I bit my lower lips anxiously. I couldn’t let it be. I stood and trudged towards the window, leaning my forehead against the cold glass albeit the heat from the sun. The street below was quiet. Just a few early morning joggers, a woman walking her dog, and a bakery delivery van rolling by.

They wrapped my coat around Toby before the three of them huddled together for warmth, while I was abandoned in the white, freezing hell. My body heat was rapidly draining away, and my consciousness started to fade. I couldn't die. In this life, I wouldn't die before they did. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stand. In the distance, two beams of blinding light pierced through the snowy darkness before a modified off-road vehicle plowed through the snow and headed straight toward me.

My dad froze. Reeves continued: "He's on a plane right now. Destination unknown. You want to see Jonah alive again? Come alone. No wolves. No cameras. Sunrise, where we first met." The line went dead. Jace checked his livestream chat. It was exploding. Someone had just posted a photo — a blurry shot of a small plane taking off from a desert runway. In the window, a boy with silver eyes, hand pressed to the glass. The caption: they're moving the null kid

They walked back toward the edge of the clearing, where Ember stood leaning against a tree, arms crossed, her dark eyes glinting with quiet approval. “You didn’t hold back,” Ember remarked. “Why would I?” Aria shot back, a small smirk on her lips. Ember uncrossed her arms, stepping closer, pressing a hand to Aria’s shoulder. “Because you’re alive again, and you matter. You’re not just a weapon, Aria.” Aria placed her hand over Ember’s, squeezing it. “I know.” They stood there, the three of them, the reborn queen, her shadow flame, and her loyal wolf, the dawn wind curling around them, carrying the scent of pine and promise.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

“This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay. Take the mantle I offer, and you will have everything you need to reshape your destiny.” Her response was a single, unyielding nod. She had no intention of returning to the world above—not yet. Not until she was ready to face the demons that had driven her here. But deep within her, a fire smoldered, waiting to blaze anew. --- One night, the compound’s surveillance team intercepted footage of the infamous Natalie appearing at a gala, arm-in-arm with the billionaire she had once trusted. The sight filled her with a quiet rage, her jaw tightening as she clenched her fists. Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with