Reincarnated As Jon Snow Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Fondling the paper, I unfolded the paper and read: Dearest Snow, You have been bitten by your hunter and are now a revenant. Congratulations! The strong survive, and only one will have the pleasure of becoming my new host. Now is the time to play. Build up your strength. Enjoy all your new body has to offer. Find your true love. Get your fill of him physically, emotionally, spiritually, and then kill him. You must do so by your eighteenth birthday.

Snow growled in pain and hallowed and just like the birds fled so did the invisible chain break off, Snow stood on her four legs and ran after Marcel. She took a lift up from her hind leg and moved fast to claw Marcel's head but instead he disappeared into thin air and left a puff of smoke. The smoke began to choke Snow, she whimpered and snarled trying to get out of the smoke but it was like a cage her eyes became brown, her sight blurry and her bones weak she fell to the ground and slowly her golden fur disappeared ,her claws began fingers and her fangs became normal teeth. —- Zemia wailed in pain as he felt his power draining he knew Snow was in control as Kira dove farther away he began

So, rather than continuing to scream and rant for him to put me down, I wrapped my arms around his strong neck before burying my face into it and unabashedly crying my eyes out. “I was raped by a man who said that he wanted to make me his mate,” I finally choked into his flesh as my body shuddered. “He was big and ugly and Snow killed him.” “I’m so sorry,” he said as he gently caressed my head and, then, lightly kissed it. “If it wasn’t for Snow…,” I whimpered. “He knew about Snow and was prepared for him,” he grumbled with disappointment. “Damn.” “I need to be checked for diseases,” I said with a touch of panic. “I need to be checked…”

But a Race. Seeing her change really captivate me. But i can’t accept a loss if i must fighting with her. So i’m changing too. My body became more bulkier, there’s a pair of of jet black bat wings and a sharp tail appeared on my back. In this world setting, not a setting anymore. I was reincarnated to a Incubus, that’s the reason i’m only thinking on running away. Because i can’t control my power, that tragedy happen. It’s a shame those two died but i’ll get my revenge eventually. I’ll tracking down all Rozen Kingdom descendant that still alive and i’ll enjoy their misery. With this girl help, i’m sure i can control my power.

or worse, is he dead and walkin He could not understand why the gods would want to take Jon Snow and Bannen and leave him, craven and clumsy as he was. He should have died on the Fist, where he'd pissed himself three times and lost his sword besides. And he would have died in the woods if Small Paul had not come along to carry him. I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up. How flne that would be, to wake back on the Fist of the First Men with all his brothers still around him, even Jon and Ghost. Or even better, to wake in Castle Black behind the Wall and go to the common room for a bowl of Three-Finger Hobb's thick cream of wheat, with a big spoon of butter melting in the middle and

Nier’s expression stiffened as she looked at Snow being in pain, but she could feel the refreshment of revenge. Meanwhile, Alex just thought that he would have been the one possessed by Jayden if he did not have the assistance of the Chaos Bead earlier. It appeared that the Chaos Bead was not useless. He would ask Yuno properly when she woke up the next time. Facing a Nascent Soul ranked old monster who had specifically cultivated the spiritual cultivation of immortality, Snow’s resistance was very weak. In less than three minutes, Snow stopped rolling. She stood up from the ground and bowed to Alex as she said, “Master!”

I sigh hard "As Jon Snow said 'At least the end of the world is working out for one person'" "Come on Princi, it's not the end of the world. I am sure everything is fine."

“Your name is Lancelot Ral Constance, sire. You are the head of the Constance household and the Baron of the town of Isaia.” His explanation is brief and easy to understand, which what instills terror inside me. I brushed my hair and laughed at myself. This is a joke, really, I never have thought that I’m getting reincarnated like this myself. If I’m correct, the world I am in right now is from a novel titled ‘Love of The Life’, a w******l about Cecilia Istvan, the MC(Main Character) who came from the countryside and fell in love with the second prince of the country yada yada all those cliche settings of a historical w******l that you can think of. Yet, here I am, reborn as Avery Ila Ronan’

I snarled out, baring my teeth and canines at Kyren, “Let me go!” “Shut the hell up; you’re mine now, so act like it.” Before I could fight back, I felt a great blow on my face. My body immediately whipped to the side as I fell face-first onto the gravel. My vision turned blurry, and the last face I saw was Kyren's smug face as his father, Jon, chuckled beside him. “Good night, sweetheart,” and the last thing I heard as my vision turned black and I lost consciousness and a burning tear left my eyes, tears filled with hatred, sadness, resentment, and a vow of revenge.

Tyr took out the silver needle he always carried with him and stabbed it into an acupuncture point on Snow’s body. Soon, Snow woke up from her trance, and the color returned to her face too. As she opened her eyes, she immediately froze when she saw Tyr in front of her. “Tyr… Big Brother Tyr, why are you here? Am I dreaming?” asked Snow. Tyr shook his head. “You are not dreaming. Can you get up? Do you need me to help you up?” Staggering, Snow managed to sit up in bed. As she looked at her surroundings, a deep fear could be seen on her face once again.