Reincarnated As Jon Snow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Protect the Lycan King!" I stared at the highly coordinated rogues in front of me. I took a step back. I was actually reborn. Right at the very beginning of the nightmare. I looked down at the silver distress flare in my hand. While no one was watching, I tossed the flare straight into the nearby lake. Then, I threw myself in front of the Lycan King, who was struggling against the rogues. Under the King's shocked gaze, I used my body as a shield, taking slash after slash from the rogues' claws.

The world narrowed. My father’s aura rolled outward, suffocating and lethal. “You took my daughter,” he said, voice low and shaking with contained fury. Snow tilted his head. “I relocated her.” Eric stepped slightly in front of me without touching me. Instinct. Shield. Snow noticed. “Ah,” he said softly. “The devoted Alpha.” His eyes slid to Cain briefly. “And the regretful one.” Cain’s jaw flexed but he didn’t react. Snow returned his focus to my parents.

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

I close my eyes for a moment as Jonas trails after Fire moon, listening to his raspy voice as he says, “You should call me Jonas. That is my actual name you know.” I wait for a minute or two before following, needing a moment of solitude to sort out my thoughts. Or at least to try. Nothing seems clear where he is concerned. I had felt such a rush of relief when I had found out that he is not part of the plan to kill us, if he happens to be truthful my little Alpha. Jonas. His name is Jonas. Jonas Whitepaw. And I am not lusting after someone who wants to kill me. ‘Really ? Are you sure ?’ Cerberus chuckles.

He had returned home for vengeance, so he wondered why he felt the fear. Jayden took in a deep breath before he crossed the border gingerly as if expecting to have the ground swallow him when his paw touched the ground. But nothing happened for a moment and then... The wet loamy brown earth beneath his paw froze and small cracking sounds were made as ice covered the ground. He lifted his paw and there was ice under it. He was the Reincarnation of the long-dead Alpha of Snowfall, and now he had brought the snow with him to the city, a city that had never seen snow.

As waiting on the other side of the door for them to come out. They have just had their first illicit sex in Sincity. For a moment there Jason felt sorry for Snow, he had just taken his black boy's monster cock. He knew what his friend was packing and Goddammit if Snow didn't feel the power of that thing and judging by the sounds that never ceased to stop pouring from Snow's mouth, Jason knew he felt it. *********

Six months of watching events unfold, knowing the tragic ending, unable to stop it. When she'd discovered Adrian—recognized him from his legendary comment section presence—she'd felt hope for the first time. Because Adrian didn't just know the story. He wanted to change it. The first time Aria had realized who Adrian was, she had nearly laughed herself sick. Not because reincarnation was funny. Nor because being trapped inside a fantasy novel was amusing. But because out of every possible person the universe could have chosen— It had chosen him. Back on Earth, Aria had spent years reading web novels.

Giving the top of my head a thoughtful study. Like he can’t meet my eyes. “Why are you avoiding looking at me?” I asked. Finding it completely out of character for him. He who never blinked. He, who could give me such a penetrating look that I withered beneath that unflinching stare. “Because of what that means.” I waited. Patiently. It wasn’t easy. “Jonas would have you believe that he and I are entirely separate but that’s not true. We are reincarnations of the same soul. Just twisted and carved differently.”

She bowed and left. Seeing that there was nothing else I could do to locate the girl today, I activated the dormant thoughts concerning Snow. The part that drilled at me the most was about my original mate. Who had he been? How and why did he die? Assuming that Snow was Valen's true mate ― I mean, she said I stole him from her ― but then they got together in the future. So why did she hold this grudge against me? Wasn't all of this Snow’s fault in the first place? I’m the one who should want revenge.