Killed Jon Snow Novels & Stories

The moment the words left her mouth, Josh suddenly scrambled to his feet and slapped her with all his strength. Gritting his teeth, he roared, "That's my mother on the bed. My biological mother! You killed her!" Selena was utterly stunned. Her eyes were wide with horror as she slowly turned her head toward the body on the bed.

I had hoped to show him that I could now talk, but he's what? Dead? “Who?” I whispered. “Who killed him?” "He was killed," Nova's voice trembles. “By Alpha Magnus." Nyx snapped. The name struck like lightning. Kieran went stiff behind me, and my entire body locked. "He came to marry you," Nova kept speaking, whispering like the story itself was cursed. "He said you were his mate, and when he found out you'd been given to another, he… he snapped. He ordered his men to attack the pack. He… he killed your father out of rage."

"She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories. Theon wouldn't hurt someone like that. Would he?" "Some people hurt others just because they can," said Jojen. "And it wasn't Theon who did the killing at Winterfell," said Meera. "Too many of the dead were ironmen." She shifted her frog spear to her other hand. "Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you."

The beast shrank, limbs contorting until the large black wolf form began to melt into something else, someone else. A body. A man. The darkness peeled back until the face became unmistakably clear, illuminated by the moonlight and the glow of Lyanna’s fading power. Draven. Bruised. Broken. Defeated. Dead. Ronan blinked rapidly. Aleron’s eyes widened. Selene stepped forward slowly, her breath catching in her throat. Lyanna stared at the motionless body, her chest heaving as the last of her power crackled softly on her skin before fading. “I… I killed him,” she whispered, voice trembling yet steady at the same time.

My heart hammered against my ribcage when I caught sight of him lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. "Shh." Alistair hushed me. "Yelling doesn't bring the dead back." He rested his hands on his waist, having a satisfied look on his face. "I guess he deserved it." "Screw you, Alistair!" "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little painful to kill Julio." He shook his head. "I still don't understand something, Andrea." "You murdered my friend! How could you?"

I too turned to look at Theon, who was trying to hide his pain, his grip on my hand tight as his entire body shook with the revelation. "Did no one else try to stop him?" Theon asked quietly, his voice shaking with anger. "Those who did were killed. Before he left, he killed anyone he didn’t trust, that’s when I ran… like the coward I am. With the help of a serum from a witch, I staged my death, the serum stopped my heart beating for a few minutes. I wasn’t a concern for them and they didn’t do a thorough check on the small folk. When they destroyed the town, I lay there waiting for them all to leave… and now here I am, in my home that they forgot to destroy as it's so far out. Alone."

Mercus cursed under his breath. "Who did this?" I snarled, baring my fists. "This wasn't a suicide," Mercus informed me. "Clean cut. No hesitation. Professional.". I stared at Jonas’s lifeless body, a bitter taste forming in the back of my mouth. Whoever killed him wanted one thing—to silence him. Someone had used him to plant those vials… and then made sure he wouldn’t talk. My jaw tightened,“We’ve been played.” Mercus glanced at me. “We need to clean this up before—”

Entire families would be wiped out at that point. Jay had a white cloth wrapped around his head, and was crying his heart out in front of Carson’s coffin. If this scene were to be witnessed by God, even He would be touched. “Young Master Jay, don’t be sad. King Yorke is already gone. He will take note of your filial piety. The most detestable people are Zeppelin Wayne and Tyr Summers. They actually colluded with each other to get King Yorke killed. We must avenge him,” said Shane impassionedly, his eyes blood red. He seemed close to winning an Oscar for his acting.

Sean said firmly. “Byron,” I urged again, squeezing his shoulder gently. “There’s no point begging these heartless people anymore,” I said quietly as I stepped closer before lowering my hand from his shoulder. Byron looked at me, then followed my gaze. The moment his eyes landed on Lord Jonah, his expression changed. That was when he realized it was too late. Lord Jonah had died in his arms while his own people stood in front of him, refusing to let him enter his own pack. Byron clenched his jaw while Sean closed his eyes in defeat.

My body hurt and my school uniform was already stained with blood. The little strength I had with me this morning was already taken away from me. I staggered, knowing that I wouldn't last long in the woods. “Kiah!” I mumbled, still moving, so weak. “You can't even look for me…” tears streamed down my cheeks. “I didn't kill our parents. Tyrion caused it, yet you hated me and made friends with our enemy." I sniffled, clouded with thoughts. The memories of that day will never leave me—they keep lingering in my mind.