Jon Snow Wakes Up In The Past Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Uncontrollable Wolf “Wake up.” “No.” “Wake up.” “No.” “Summit.” “No.” A pause. Then— A bucket of snow landed directly on her face. Sam shot upright. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” The freezing cold sent her scrambling across the bed. Her blankets flew. Her pillow hit the floor. And standing beside her bed— Looking entirely too pleased with himself— Was Froz White Fang. The future Alpha calmly set down the now-empty bucket. “You were difficult to wake.”

Letting him thump at his back with his fists, Kai cries quietly, Ash feels his tears soaking his shirt, as Ash probably bruises his back in frustration and anger. It had taken them a while to calm down enough to get up off the floor, but they crawl into the bed with her and hold her tightly. Serena had come up a few hours later to tell them that Jon and Jane had arrived, they nod. It’s dark outside now, and Ash can see out of the window that it’s snowing again. Just like the forecast had predicted.

But during the full moon on Snow's first birthday, my son had shifted into the white puppy I'd seen in my dream with Jude's amber eyes. That day had been absolutely hilarious in the most chaotic way possible because after tucking Snow into his cot for the night, I'd gone downstairs to get some water, and by the time I'd gotten back to his room just a few minutes later, Snow was missing from his cot. I panicked immediately, thinking that he'd somehow climbed out and hurt himself. Then Jude sniffed him out and saw our baby outside in the backyard. Snow had been yipping happily in his little white puppy form with his tail wagging, and Jude had immediately shifted into his wolf form and started

My face inside the reflection was pale, but I could feel another soul sleeping inside this body besides my own. It was the other "me"… The one that was full of rage, the one who had fought through endless reincarnations, and the one who had ultimately chosen self-sacrifice so I could have this ending. I tightened my grip on Sophia's hand, and tears rolled down my cheeks silently. "It's alright, Sophia," I said softly. "We're going home." And on the nightstand, Snowy, the white stray that should have died long ago, was elegantly licking its paw. Around its neck hung the collar I had only recently put on it in the dream. The date engraved on the collar was… 6-14-2017.

), and Jackson ("Suspicion" "But your brain," Nova smiled. "It's quiet. Like snow." She climbed onto the empty chair next to him and stole a roll from his plate. "I like you." Jackson dropped his fork. Clatter. Nova liked no one. She was terrified of strangers. But she sat next to this boy as if he were family. "Snow..." Jackson repeated the word. He looked at Kian's intense green eyes again. He looked at the shape of his jaw. A memory flashed in Jackson's mind. A blizzard in Iceland. A man in a robot suit. A girl with broken glasses.

It was snowing very heavily, and the snow lasted all night. It only took a night for all the buildings in Sea City to be covered in a layer of glistening snow. It was already morning by the time Summer woke up. She did not know how long she had spent unconscious. She seemed to have dreamed about a man… That man hugged her in a gentle and affectionate manner, and he said that he would bring her to Sea City to witness the first snow. “Jaz…” Summer uttered without being aware of it. She reached out her hand toward the rays of sunlight.

Trapped Bryson POV I wake up to the sound of wind howling against the windows. The room is dark, too dark for morning. I sit up slowly and look outside. Snow is falling so thick that I can barely see anything outside. The trees are bent under the weight of the snow. A snowstorm and it's a bad one. I check my phone. It's almost eight in the morning, but the sky looks like evening. My stomach sinks. We were supposed to go to Mason and Elijah's party later. Seems that's not happening now.

Clara's POV The morning sun filtered through Jenna’s curtains, casting soft stripes across the room. I woke to the smell of her lavender-scented sheets and the faint hum of her fan, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous day. My body ached—Nolan’s bites and bruises pulsed with a dull pain, a physical reminder of how far I’d fallen. But lying there, next to Jenna’s steady breathing, I felt a flicker of resolve. Today was a new day. I wouldn’t let him pull me back into his orbit.

As I stand in the snow trying to decide on a path, the world around me disappears. I wake up in the spare bedroom with Prissy curled up beside me sleeping comfortably. Low light is filtering in between the blinds and curtains in the room. It is really early or really late. I grasp for my phone on the nightstand and blink against the light that reflects off of the screen. It is 6:00 AM. Sitting up in the bed I try to process the vision that I just had. My own daughter will be the next Silver Wolf, which will presumably cut my life short.

… The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight fell across their faces, Gideon opened his sleepy eyes and kissed the beauty in his arms. Yesterday had been wild. He had to use his medical skills to help Winter recover faster. Otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to walk today. "Winter! Winter!" shouted Snowy from outside. "The sun's up! Are you guys still not awake? Can you two tone it down a little? You don't have to go so hard!" "Hold up!" Gideon called back. An hour later, Snowy was finally allowed back in. She saw Gideon holding Winter on the couch, the two of them all lovey-dovey and sweet as sugar.