Old Jonathan Joestar Novels & Stories

Gulping the lump of jitter climbing up my throat, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes tightly. God, please save my son. He is the only one I've left in this world, my reason to live. I don't want to lose my Eren a second time. "Hayat." I open my eyes when I hear Toni's voice. He is standing in front of me, Troy in his arms. "Eren is a fighter. He will make it." He says, giving me a comforting smile.

Gemma often found Jo weeping silently, sometimes in her small living room, or as he sat at the window, tears suddenly fell. Now, if Gemma told people that story, no one would believe her. Jonathan is a young man with black hair, a sharp nose, with a pair of shady eyes, making people smile when they look at him. His body... Well, don’t ask. Jo is an Archturian, Elenio’s elite military. You can imagine what kind of training he underwent as an Archturian, and what the results he got. But even with all his charms, for Gemma, Jo is still a crybaby boy and an older brother who is brought together by the way of life. Vice versa. In Jo’s eyes, Gemma is his little sister.

the man remarked with a lick of his lips. Black energy swirled constantly around the man, whose name was Halbert Joal. He was a core disciple of Cesun's Yellow Ghost Sacred Land. Possessing exceptional demonic abilities, his attainment level was only surpassed by the Evil Sect's chosen one. He served as the primary force sent by the Yellow Ghost Sacred Land to enter the Starry Sky Battlespace.

"O' Mighty Holy One, that's the man who took your holy weapon from you! All you have to do is kill him, and you'll get it back!" The Holy One did not show any emotion in comparison to a feral Walton, instead flashing a mocking smile. "I do not wish to make an enemy of you, Mister Wilbur Penn. I just want my holy weapon back. Whatever between you and the Jonan family is none of my business." "You just need to give me the gloves, and I'll leave immediately." "How could you, Holy One!" "I've helped you out so many times, Mister Walton Jonan. Have you forgotten the state you used to be in? Aren't you satisfied with what you have now?"

the commander warns and walks away. Jonathan is propped up on the balustrade of the stairs, with his hair sticky with blood and sweat. He looks miserable, but he still has the shadow of a giggle on his lips. His arms are thrown next to his body and his legs stretched. He is struggling to pretend he is strong, but the half of his face covered by a gauze placed in a hurry still bleeds violently. "I should have killed you" your voice is tenuous as a bell. "When my father sent... I should have killed you.”

When he was badly wounded and on the hospital bed, all he heard was his family discussing whether to stop his life support or not. Later, Johnathan completely disappeared. He abandoned his first and last name, and was busy with revenge day and night. In order to get revenge, he forced himself to be strong with a superhuman will. Johnathan learned how to make poison, perform autopsy, dispose of bombs and many other professional skills. He could even do complex surgical operations on his own. He lived just for revenge. However, he was considered to have a happy ending. Lily came back and he let go of the hatred. He even resolved everything with Anthony even though they bickered with each other

Jiroo asked again after he took another chug and his body swayed but I quickly held him to prevent him from falling on his feet, he's really drunk, damn. "Ceres and–." "Wait wait wait, Ceres?" Jiroo cuts off and the guy nodded his head. I felt Jiroo's body stiffened against my hold but he composed himself and released a breathy sigh. "What's your name?" "Jonathan." He replied with a cocky smirk. "So Jonathan, you are telling me that this is Ceres' wedding?" "Yes, with the Tyche's daughter."

"You're so selfish, Joe!" Joseph's demeanor remained indifferent, his voice calm. "Don't force me to resort to violence." Goosebumps erupted on Jonathan's arms as he gazed at Joseph's expression which was devoid of joy or worry. There was an air of invincibility about Joseph as if nothing could bring him down. His commanding presence exuded an inherent imperial demeanor, making Jonathan feel like an insignificant ant, perpetually destined to be trampled underfoot. Jonathan left in despair, determined to use his own abilities to save his father. He silently contemplated, 'Grandpa always favored Joe. Maybe after he passes, I’ll face fewer troubles.'

The previous incident, where Thiery had caught the fall of the massive, heavy, iron basketball hoop with his hand from a distance, had confused Thiery, Erick, and Leo. "Alpha, is it possible that young master Jonathan has some superpower we didn't expect?" Alex asked, examining Jonathan's hand closely. "That's true," Erick said. "In terms of martial arts skills, maybe young master Jonathan—" "Uncle, I don't like being called young master," Jonathan interrupted Erick. "Just call me Jonathan. It's quicker and more practical." Leo glanced at Thiery. "But, you're—" "It's okay," Thiery said firmly. "Just call him by his name, don't be so formal."

Introduction to some of the characters seen so far: Takamatsu Henjiro; Isekai's father And also an entity that has powers greater than most gods, his gift in Erath is passive hearing and resistance to fire,while his normal abilities are far too many than can be counted, his personality is not that great since he is the type that act without contemplating much on what might happen or the possible outcome of his actions.