Romans & histoires Reincarnated As Jon Snow Fanfiction

I growled, each word sounding more animalistic than the last and my eyes darkened, the blood rage overtaking my senses. “My lady!” a terrified voice squeaked from somewhere outside the torment I was in. I had a grip on a guard, choking him till he turned blue. He seemed to have a feminine voice, something quite unusual for a full-grown male. “My lady, please let me go,” he begged, and zeroing in on his face, it morphed into a head full of brown ordinary curls and dull brown eyes. His hairy body transformed too, smooth hands grabbing at my fist helplessly. Soon, the guard became my maid, Kaira and she was on the brink of transcending to the great beyond. Perplexed by the change, I chucked her

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

I wish they would get over with it, some of us had lives beyond this party. She kept walking, seemingly determined not to look back once. I kept my eyes glued on her wondering just how far she would take this joke. Then it happened, her steps started towards my direction. I wasn't cocky enough to think she was coming for me but every moment made it more undeniable until she was standing right in front of me heaving with excitement and the biggest smile was plastered on her face. “I, Anna Rogers…the gamma's daughter choose warrior Lucas Anderson as my mate.”

his hands ran down my arms seductively as he spoke. "You horny possessed demon," I retorted as I shrugged his hands off my body. “I am not Princess Jasmine. I am a different lady. My name is Aria, reincarnated into this body. I am not surprised why Jasmine would rather be dead than marry you. I was never in love with you, Adonai. You were nothing but a means to an end. Therefore, I, Aria Blackwood, reject you, Adonai King, as mate,” I said defiantly. Those seafoam eyes remained icy, his face betraying no form of pain.

Jenny’s POV My own shot at happiness just got replaced by a life time of more suffering and pain. It was nothing new really. The only thing that will be new is the man who will take over from my father and uncle, and become the new master of my misery. Alex Snow. That man will make my life a living hell. Especially after my father’s betrayal and his hand in getting Isaac Snow killed. He will take out all his anger and rage on me. My death wish will probably be granted sooner rather than later.

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

I longed to feel it again, but I couldn’t. This wasn’t me. It couldn't be. Not Snow, the very Snow that had the highest number of contracted kills under her belt… The very Snow that would never give a Vampire the courtesy of surviving the night. The very Snow that had taken so many Vampires lives before and never shed a tear, or felt an ounce of guilt. This new Snow, with feelings, and fucking tears? That wasn’t me, it couldn’t be me. In fact it never would be. I couldn’t allow it. “We have arrived at your destination, ma’am.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, tearing me from my thoughts.

This was someone playing a much deeper game. "She played us all," I muttered. "Or she learned how to play fast," Fenric corrected, rubbing the back of his neck. "She foiled her father, she rejected the Alpha, she took her inheritance, and she secured a safe, isolated home. All in less than twenty-four hours. That's a rebirth if I ever saw one." Rebirth. The word echoed in my mind. It felt like that. The woman in the hallway had been a stranger wearing Calla’s face.

I had been in the mountains that day to talk him off the ledge, to make him see me, to let him see that we all be everything we both needed, that we could be there for each other in a way that no one else could. I was there to talk him out of ending his own life but somehow I got stuck in the loop and soon I was fighting for my life because somehow Julian convinced himself that if we died together then we would be reincarnated together. He convinced himself that I would be his childhood friend I this new land that only him could see. Julian convinced himself that if we both went off the ledge then, we would both come back as the rich, influence people we watched on the television, he was co