Jon Snow Runs Away From Winterfell Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I could feel the fury of his glare as he lowered himself, permitting Melanie to mount. Melanie gave me a wicked smile, one filled with promise, “he will not let you go so easily, pup.” She spoke before she moved atop Marcus, and the wolves from New Moon fled, howling in their rage. A sliver of guilt ran through me as I thought of what their failure to Alpha Fredrick might mean. To return home, empty-handed, especially as their target in question had only humanity to rely on… I couldn’t imagine the consequences to be pretty. I wasn’t sorry enough to go after them. They had made their choice just as I had made mine.

At least they still had some kind of authenticity, weren’t such a damn headache. But Snow—she was different. Solid, fiery, too real. And it irritated the hell out of him. Snow landed hard. Pain shot through her toes, sharp and fast. Her back broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, she reached for Adriana and clung to her arm. “Help me sit down over there,” she whispered, her voice tense. “Then, when you’re free, can you buy me some bigger slippers? My toes are killing me.”

She coquettishly said she wanted to learn how to ride a snow deer, so Ronan took her to the snowy plains. At night, the pack held a bonfire feast. After drinking some fruit wine, Willow—flushed in the face—threw herself into Ronan's arms and began fingering the Luna Ring. The werewolves around them hooted and whistled. "Alpha Ronan has finally come to his senses!" "I've always said Freya's too boring. Willow, now she's a charmer." "Maybe it won't be long before Moon Shadow Manor has a new mistress!"

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.

He smothered me with more kisses but considering how he took me for a very long time, my ordeal never seemed to end. “Do you like it, Winter?” My chin hurt from the force of his grasp. He dominated me with his gaze. I nodded feebly, succumbing to each wave of desire passing through me. “I saw you and Charley at the lake earlier, Winter,” he warned. “I don't like the way he was looking at you. Be warned.” I gulped. Just hours ago, Charley, the son of my mother’s guard Gerald, had come to look for me saying he had gifts for my parents. He had asked me a few unrelated questions, and I had just dismissed him.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

He planted a longing kiss on my forehead and I smiled. "Oh yeah, I told him I'm not coming home so I think you shouldn't go too. Let's spend this night together." He said and I shrugged "Sound good to me. But not without sending a goodnight text to my son." I pointed out and he chuckled. Oh, I hope this goes as planned. ***THE GRIFFO'S MANSION*** *SNOW'S POV* What have I done? My eyelids parted and I stared up at the beautiful chandelier above as I drifted into thoughts. What have I done? I didn't just had sex with my target. I didn't just profess my true love to my target!

And that trust was heavier than any burden I’d ever carried. Finally, I stood up, still holding her close as my gaze flicked to the asshole LIam. “You are dismissed.” He bowed his head and then slunk out of the room, his guards trailing behind him. When we were alone, I turned my attention back to Snow. Tiny beads of sweat were on her face and despite the fact that she’d just woken up, she looked utterly exhausted. “We’re leaving now. The car’s ready.” I expected her to be excited, but instead, she froze and her wide hazel eyes darted to mine.

Willow came downstairs from the rooftop. Before Julian left, he cleaned up the apartment and made sure it was spotless. However, he still couldn't get rid of the faint, tantalizing air. Snowy lay on the couch, its eyes dark and glistening. She walked over to pet it. Then, she sat on the couch for a long time, considering her options. Should she travel to Searheim to find out the truth, or should she remain ignorant of the truth forever?

I hung back, falling behind two Blue Moon wolves that turned their noses up at me. ‘Her time is up, Haile. So ours must be, too.’ I broke into a run as we left the Pack House. Jonet became a wolf as he ran; I skidded in the snow but righted myself quickly, letting the shift slam through me. I landed on all fours and my run became a sprint as Jonet headed south towards the border.