Killed Jon Snow Novels & Stories

“How… How is this possible? I clearly hit—” Before she could finish, Zeke lunged at her from the floor. “You! This is all your fault! You killed my father!” “Ah!” Snow screamed as Zeke grabbed her by the neck. “It’s you! You insisted on driving! You didn’t watch the road! You killed my father!” Zeke had lost all control. His eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed harder and harder. Snow’s face turned a deep purplish red, and her eyes started rolling back.

The subsequent years turned into a blur of pain; he immersed himself in work, transforming into the formidable Alpha his father had always envisioned. One day, his father visited him in the office with aspirations of becoming the Lycan king, declaring it his time. Erickson disagreed, managing to dissuade him—if only for the moment. Everyone else moved on, leaving him in his sorrow. Jacob gained respect and recognition, while Sansa blossomed, beginning a romantic relationship with Nikolai Lavista, a union their parents opposed until he left her in search of his true mate. This heartbreak plunged Sansa into despair, ultimately leading to her untimely death.

He regretted not agreeing with Serena's suggestion to find a park and wash off. However, the sight of Snow's nervous and pale face and the wariness and fear in her eyes sparked a hint of mischief in him. Grinning, he said, “Kiran York is dead. Are you going to stay a widow for him?” Snow recoiled at his words. Grief clouded her face, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but her eyes burned like hot coals. “Are you the one who killed him?” Kiran nodded. “That’s right!” Weeping, Snow suddenly tilted her head up. “I'm sorry I can’t avenge you, Kiran. The only thing I can do for you is die to protect my purity!”

"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."

“Jonas isn’t behind this. We killed him. You know we did.” I straightened up a little as I met her eyes. “Did we, though?”

My voice cracked with sheer anger. “You didn’t kill him? Then who did? Who?” Behind me, Xavion moved quickly, his tone tight. “Leave it, Azlynn. Don’t listen to him. He is twisting the facts.” However, Alpha Dashon’s words cut through me like a blade of ice as he announced proudly. “I didn’t have to kill King Vindel. My crown prince, my outstanding son, Alpha Xavion Salvatore, did it!” Every speck of my existence froze as my blood ran cold, leaving me breathless. I couldn’t help but scream uncontrollably.

"I have to make things right. I know I've never lied to my parents, but I'll have to lie. I'll tell him my marriage with Dylan is over. I'll prove to him that I'll never turn my back on my own home..." "It's too late for that," Leah yelled. "Why?" "Because your father is dead, Scarlett!" Leah's voice carried enough intensity to shake the room. The words echoed eerily in Scarlett's ears. She staggered backwards, her knees growing weak. "What?" she whispered. Leah sighed and looked away. "King Eddard is dead. He died of a heart attack a week ago. And your mother, Queen Katherine, collapsed and is in a coma. The kingdom has no ruler as we speak."

I felt satisfied that one of them at least got what he deserved and that I was able to end him without any dire consequences. But at the same time, worry settled into the pit of my stomach. Stefan Snow was easy to lure back here and more easier to kill because he was on his own. Lord Z was anything but that. He was powerful and had so many people willing to take a bullet for him and kill anyone who stands in his way. But I was determined to end what I started. He won’t stop until he kills us and takes our town, I was going to do everything within my power to end him before that.

"I'd know you in any life." Jessica covered her mouth, her own eyes misting over. "What happened?" Daniel asked, his voice low and gravelly. "Why am I here?" King Kanyon stepped forward solemnly. "That's a long story, brother. You... died. You were murdered." Daniel blinked slowly. "What?" "It was Jarvis. After Annabella died, he killed you, and then he took mine and Anna's son, Aiden." Daniel's jaw tensed. "Aiden... Annabella..." His whole body seemed to remember the weight of it all at once.

And who just literally gave up her physical life for me, was gone. My thoughts were a fucking wreck. I have no idea how long I held her before I laid her on the bed, or what was left of it. That's when I noticed Max across the room. He was clearly dead, Snow’s knife protruded from his chest. I knew that was what killed him, even though I doubt he could have survived the blast either way.