Killed Jon Snow Novels & Stories

The only person who knew about this was Nobunaga. She heaved a deep sigh of sadness. Jonas is dead. Two days after they meet Dankworth, Jonas's body was found San Carlos Catholic Cemetery, last Friday. Some witness said, his corpse was lying cold above his father's grave along with a bottle of muriatic acid on the grass beside his body. Police easily conclude that it was suicide which was justified by the forensic later on after the autopsy of his body. His family also a found a suicide note in Jonas's study table that explains his involvement with gangs and being a victim of bullying.

I stood and watched him with a sneer on my face, wondering how all of the Elders had come together and made this person the Alpha of their pack. Was there no one else they could have given that position to? Not every Alpha heir inherited the pack especially if they were as useless as that prick. Was everyone in this pack, really that stupid? "Oh, it's you, Your Majesty!" Liam had a slight slur in his voice, and I could tell that he was still drunk . I didn't want to communicate with a drunk man, so I just chose to walk past him. But his words stopped me just then. "Do you.. do you ....know I have killed Barbara? I know... I know Snow has always hated her...."

RAISEL – POV Soren looked worn out, eyes heavy with something deeper than exhaustion. “I thought I killed him,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really believed it. But then Killian and I reviewed the video… and it showed more.” I leaned in, heart pounding. “What else killed Alaric?” He nodded, eyes clouded. “A sniper. Hired by Joshua. The plan was to kill him and frame me.” My hand flew to my mouth. I gasped. “Oh my god…”

“So what do you have to do with this girl? If she’s the daughter of our friend, then she should be with us. What’s even your relationship with her? What authority do you have over her?” Disciple steps forward. I thought he would start to talk, but then he just holds out his hand and grabs Jon’s neck. He snaps it immediately, killing Jon in the blink of an eye. “Jon!” my foster mother yells, trying to reach Jon, but he’s fallen. He’s dead. “NO! What did you do? Why did you do that?” “He’s asking too many questions,” Disciple merely states. “Are you going to give me the girl or not?”

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

After a night of emergency treatment, Sam finally pulled through in the ICU. However, the repeated strikes from the con artists had ruptured his spleen completely, forcing the doctors to remove it. The severe burns from the hot incense ash became badly infected, triggering acute kidney failure. For the rest of his life, he would depend on dialysis to survive. His left leg, which had been broken and left untreated for too long, suffered irreversible nerve damage, leaving him permanently disabled. His life was completely ruined.

"Lady Jezzebelle you know why you were brought here don’t' you. You have been brought before the King and Council for the Killing of Lady Maddilyn Moretti during daylight hours. The witness of it all is Lady Jannelle McField who told the council that you tried to kill her but as Maddilyn was her friend she stepped in front of her to protect her from you. How do you plead? Belle couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she looked to Zephyr and tried to talk to him. "Zephyr, I would never abuse one of the....." Aurelie stood up sharply and yelled "It is King Zephyr, half breed." Jezzebelle never thought she would hear that coming from Aurie's mouth. Tears started to form. "It was not me. I didn’

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

“What’s wrong?” I opened my mouth. A sound came out—half sob, half scream. “Sharon—talk to me.” “They’re dead,” I choked. “Sandra—she—she killed them. Last night. I heard glass break, I went to the nursery, the cribs were empty, she had them, she dropped Daenerys, she dropped Daemon, I caught him but Daenerys hit the floor, there was blood, so much blood, Morris—” “Sharon—slow down.” His voice sharpened. “Where are you?”