Powerful Jon Snow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What if they...what if they kill him?” Chris placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. “We’ll get him back, Priscilla. I promise. But we have to be smart about this. Jona isn’t just some rogue. He’s a monster.” I nodded reluctantly, my hands trembling as I sheathed my dagger. We turned back toward the pack house, my heart heavy with the weight of our failure. Jona was something else ,his strength was unimaginable, and we had to figure out how to kill him without getting Jake killed. Now that I had seen him, I knew what I had to ,I was strong, and I had to save the father of my babies even if it meant using every bit of my power.

"But he doesn't love you, Snow! He loves Chloe Bishop!" "Then I’ll wait until he changes his mind," Snow said with a chilling, stubborn intensity. "After all, the woman he actually loves is already married to Xavier Grayson, isn't she? As long as she is out of the way, I am the only one left." The Toxic Resolve Snow has realized that her "victim" status is her greatest weapon, and while she accepts the wealth Liam has given her, she has no intention of letting him go. Her focus has shifted from mere survival to a targeted obsession with reclaiming Liam by ensuring his path back to Chloe is permanently blocked.

It's supposed to be a cellphone game, but I don't seem to hear anything about it. "Hello, Clint and Alucard!" Queen Snow greeted the two and the two bowed in respect. King Yuan just looked at all of us silently and seemed to have no intention of speaking. "I would like to know who these beautiful young people are together with you." Queen Snow smiled and her eyes were on us but when she looked at me, the shock registered on her face she recovered immediately but I was just surprised as I felt the distaste in her eyes. I fringed. Even though no one said it, I felt it. I feel strongly about such things.

It's supposed to be a cellphone game, but I don't seem to hear anything about it. "Hello, Clint and Alucard!" Queen Snow greeted the two and the two bowed in respect. King Yuan just looked at all of us silently and seemed to have no intention of speaking. "I would like to know who these beautiful young people are together with you." Queen Snow smiled and her eyes were on us but when she looked at me, the shock registered on her face she recovered immediately but I was just surprised as I felt the distaste in her eyes. I fringed. Even though no one said it, I felt it. I feel strongly about such things.

(Jacob) I was enjoying my walk with snow and I didn't want it to end but it was getting late and I could tell he was tired as he was slowing down a bit but he wasn't giving up because I could tell he wanted to be in control so he could spend as much time as he could with me and I felt honored because of it. I stopped and took in snow's appearance. He is really beautiful with fur as white as snow and green eyes. Boy was I lucky or what?

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.

Snowie hops onto the arm of the couch, watching us with big, curious eyes. “I can't believe you're mine. You look like a fairytale.” He mumbles, his eyes flicking all over my face. My tummy rumbles—not from hunger, Jaxon always makes sure I eat. I'm tense, flustered, whatever word to describe this hot, bubbly feeling he's choking me up with. “I can't believe you're mine either,” I exhale, shakily. “You're like the hottest, daddiest man I've ever met in my entire life. You're literally Wolverine. Do you know Wolverine?”

Cassie grumbled. “Yeah but you're jaded, Cass. Not everyone wants to see the man they love be tortured,” I threw back. “What does that mean?” Cassie's eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean. You love Vasilios, you'll just never let him know because you feel it would give him power over you.” Her mouth opened and shut at my words, and I knew they had hit home. “You know nothing, Elle.” “Don't ‘Jon Snow’ me, Cass. You can deny it all you want, but you'll be the next to crumble.”

she whispered. “I didn’t ask if you were hungry,” Jax replied, his voice firm but patient. “I told you to eat. Do you think he” the pronoun hung in the air, heavy and understood “wants a mate who’ll waste away in a week? He might hate this, Snow, but you’re his now. And he doesn’t abide weakness in anything that belongs to him. Now eat the damn apple at least.” His logic was brutal, but it made a twisted kind of sense. ‘you’re his now’

*Jonas* By mid-afternoon I have come to two realizations. One, Fire Moon has once again disappeared, presumably off somewhere to investigate my Old pack. And two, I am in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. Well, that isn't exactly true. To be more precise, I think I might be in love with Typhon Bloodclaw. I have a little trouble believing it myself, but there doesn’t seem to be any other explanation for the recent changes in my personality and demeanor.