Killed Jon Snow Novels & Stories

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.

“She stabbed her belly. And slit her throat.” Ariel swore there was unspeakable emotion in Jonas' eyes. Alpha Jonas paused in the threshold of the prison, his gaze fell on the metal debris beside her wife’s corpse. “The slit in her throat…it was swift.” Jonas exhaled through his nose, “It means it wasn’t done by a mere weak omega!” Silence befall them, the crickets’ nightly song was the only thing that disturbed the quietude. “It's you!” Alpha Jonas stared at Beta Ariel viciously, fists curling into solid iron. “You killed my family!”

However, it was obvious that we were concerned about the difference. I wondered what he meant. Then he typed again. Wolf: “If you feel unhappy now, killing in the game is helpful to vent your anger.” The game system said in the next second: “Wolf has gone mad and started killing mode.” Wolf killed Snow so easily, just in two moves. Snow seemed could not believe it. “How could you kill me?” Wolf: “So What? Bring her back to life, Lucifer.” I was stunned at the situation. I had thought that Wolf would help Snow to kill me> Unexpectedly, now he kills Snow directly, who was hiding behind him just now.

Robins in his last and dying breath asked me to watch over and protect Rebecca and baby Johnathan from any future harm. That was 20 years ago. I had failed. While I searched for who killed my commanding officer 6 years later, the news had been delivered to my P.O box, 1 box, 2 small fingers. Rebecca’s ring finger with her wedding band still picture perfect, and little Johnathan’s pinky finger.

Electricity hummed faintly through concealed wiring, but the room still smelled of earth and iron. To my right sat the Alpha of the Bloodborn, Idris. Broad shoulders, lazy grin, black hair tied at his nape. Cocky and always amused. To my left, the Alpha of the Wolfgang territories, Markus. Blond, rigid and disciplined. His pack guarded the northern lines. Across from us sat the Council. Seven of them. Ageless in appearance. One of them leaned forward, his hair and beard were unnaturally white, as if drained of all color, yet his face bore no wrinkles. His silver eyes fixed on me. “It concerns your uncle, Alpha Xander.”

My eyes tear up and I look at Monty, who seems to read where my mind is going. “He is gone… isn’t he…?” I ask, feeling numb. “I’m sorry, Laney,” he whispers, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. “It wasn’t you.” “But I could feel it… My hand did it…” my voice gets stuck in my throat. I killed Joffrey. I didn’t want to, I fought hard not to, but it was my hands that ended his short, goofy life.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

He laughed like a maniac, sniffing in and trying to calm himself down. "When he could not pay and the time free was over, we came to the house and I told him to give you to me as the payment for the debt and he refused me, insulting me and told me to get lost. I was insulted by a common man, a man who has nothing so I knew what I had to do. That might, I took my revenge on him and killed him. You came in and saw blood everywhere and your mum shouted for you to leave and I never saw you after. Luciano had eyes on your mother and took her to be his immediately your father died. I wanted you but you were gone and that made me mad." He said clenched his fist and tightened his jaw.

A few minutes later, the announcer officially opened the meeting of the council, and Tenebris spoke. "As you all know, a great tragedy has occurred. King Morfran has been assassinated along with his son, Prince Metis. Therefore, we need to choose a new ruler among us. I suggest that each Elder should name one candidate and then—" "Why bother?" someone called out in a deep, sonorous voice. All heads snapped toward the southern part of the hall. One of the Elders in a red mantle stood up from his chair and bowed curtly toward Abdiel, who clearly seethed in fury.

Smoke curling into the sky like a requiem. Every network confirmed the same headline before nightfall: BREAKING: THE BLOOD KING AND QUEEN DECLARED DEAD. Matteo and Bianca watched it unfold from the shadows of an abandoned hangar near Zurich, their faces lit by the glow of the screens. Bianca leaned against him, silent. His arm slid around her waist, grounding her. “Do you regret it?” he asked. She looked at the footage of their empire burning, the news anchors stumbling over their names, the chaos that once belonged to them.