Jonathan Snow White Novels & Stories

I close my eyes for a moment as Jonas trails after Fire moon, listening to his raspy voice as he says, “You should call me Jonas. That is my actual name you know.” I wait for a minute or two before following, needing a moment of solitude to sort out my thoughts. Or at least to try. Nothing seems clear where he is concerned. I had felt such a rush of relief when I had found out that he is not part of the plan to kill us, if he happens to be truthful my little Alpha. Jonas. His name is Jonas. Jonas Whitepaw. And I am not lusting after someone who wants to kill me. ‘Really ? Are you sure ?’ Cerberus chuckles.

Was she trying to trap him with that question? “Snow looked attractive in that outfit, but I think you will look even more stunning if you are dressed in the same outfit, too!” he said. “Hehe, what a sweet talker!” Winifred laughed and shifted her attention back onto Snow on stage. Honestly speaking, even a woman like Winifred was attracted to Snow’s portrayal of Agnes White, the main protagonist in the movie. Over on the other end of the VIP section, a man seemingly in his thirties, who wore a black coat and a pair of sunglasses, stared intently at Snow.

Still, Ciana was loyal, a great find in Sharra, and I wouldn't dismiss her. "Jasmine, did you hear me? I don't like it when you call me Snow." Mom's words brought me up short and my wings fluttered spastically. I glanced back at her. "It's your name, isn't it? You're Snow White, the Vampire Queen." I forced myself not to make a face and sat at the chair in front of my vanity.

Her vision was turning red. “Help…” she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Dylan glanced at her once, his expression unreadable, then slammed the door and drove off into the snow. Zoe lay trembling on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the car vanished into the blizzard. And then—everything went black. * In her haze, Zoe began to dream. She was fifteen again. It was the day of her parents’ funeral. The snow was heavy, blanketing the world in white. She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out.

I told my mom, and it was a mistake. "Aren't you related to Mrs. Norris?" my mother asked curiously. "Well, looking at your features, you don't resemble her family." Mom laughed, and Snow nodded somewhat amusedly. "No, I really look like my father," Snow said. "Who is he? Is he a guardian? Because I swear, I know them all, and your features don't look familiar at all," Mom said calmly. "He was from outside the herd," Snow said. "My name is Snow Blake."

And of course, he didn't want to put it to the test. He's been sitting behind the big stone for about an hour when he suddenly sees the undergrowth move. The White Wolf, or rather, Luna Queen Drina is arriving. When she has crossed the border, she proudly stands on her hind legs and points her snout at the moon. However, her loud howl of triumph, as werewolves often do in their tribute to the moon, is lacking, she stares and sniffs a few times at the sky. Interesting. Jace continues to watch the spectacle.

Logan stared dejectedly out the window of his bedroom, silently cursing the snow that had picked the wrong day to fall. The cold and lonely weather was doing all the wrong things to his already black mood. He grunted and raised a hand to his head, raking his fingers through his black shoulder-length hair. Dammit, where was inner peace when you badly needed it? He hated feeling like this.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

, I cut him down, furrowing my eyebrows. He chuckled looking at me. "Yeah..I decided to call you snow white since you called me Snow prince yesterday, remember? And you kinda look like snow white with those brown eyes, red lips and short dark hair. The difference is only snow white was beautiful." I glared at him causing his grin to widen. "So yeah Snow White, you are gonna behave nicely to me today, just like a friend. And I'll also be nice to you," his grin didn’t disappear yet. I wanted to slap his face. But I controlled myself.

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.