Reincarnated As Jon Snow Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

"I have no desire to be a Luna, Phoenix. So it would seem that you are the Alpha now, but I don't care. I am not going back with you." "Why not?" he asked defeatedly. "I'm your mate, Snow." "I am the mate that you rejected, and I've moved on from you. I already have my second chance mate, and he is here in the human realm." "What? That can't be. I am still able to sense the link between us. If you do have your new mate, the connection between us should have been broken by now. But it's not, Snow. I can still feel you. Although it's not as intense as before, but you're still linked to me." He is already frustrated, but more than that, he is scared. He worries that the human being that Snow sp

My neck was still attached to my head. My hands dropped from my neck to the bed, and I was shocked at how soft it was under my hand. The bed I've gotten familiar with after my reincarnation was a hard one. My eyes went to the bed and then the unfamiliar room. My face squeezed into a frown as I tried to remember how I got here. Then it all came rushing back to me, everything that happened after Azalea sent me back to my room. How I was accused by Piper of stealing Alpha Lothar's golden ring and how I found out that Alpha king Lothar was my second chance mate.

Snow’s POV. It’s been weeks now and everything seem like we were now living in an entirely different world. {Or should I go about all over again introducing myself to you} I am Snow Darcy and ever since Jace Steele had rejected me for Hazel Hozier, may her beautiful soul rest in peace, I had given up on Jace and even after her burial ceremony I didn’t even give a single fxck to the man who almost ruined my life. I have been trying not to actually get sway away. I had accepted my life but then Hans Hobbs wouldn’t still let me be.

Even with her mates nearby, even with Zarek's presence steadying her like a mountain beside the sea, something tugged at the back of her thoughts like a fraying thread. She couldn't stop thinking about what Tansa had screamed in the dungeon—"The sixth will rise, not of wolf, not of flesh. He will tear your soul in two." A sixth. The words refused to leave her alone. She found Jon alone in the east wing, seated near a tall window overlooking the frozen woodland that hugged Nightveil's territory. The healing wound on his side still gave him trouble, but he bore it with the same quiet strength he always had. He noticed her before she even stepped into the room.

We wait a minute as Richard catches his breath before he whispers back, “I, Richard Gideon Laoch, reject you, Carl Jonas Snow, as my mate.” This time, it feels like a tether between us is pulled and twisted, like it’s chained directly to my heart and each pull and twist causes excruciating pain. Both of us fall to the ground. I try to scream, but can’t because there seems to be no breath in my lungs. I can’t breathe at all. I feel as if I’m going to black out as the edges of my vision become fuzzy.

“Soon, pretty soon. I will be there.” Closing his eyes as the words shines with the reflected call of the bright full moon outside, it reads. ‘Death Reincarnate.’ A prince, a powerful one with the wit and mana to control both time and flame. He who is the son of the both of them and the very equivalent and reflected image of the original and towards the special one. In the fast forward of time and every day, he comes near and in the perfect time, as he walks to the cold dungeon in the secluded room and where his very world is crumbling from the outside of its very destruction. The inevitable is here as he embraced everything and performed.

Tiffany instinctively backed away. She could feel the fury rolling off him like waves. Her back hit the wall. He leaned down, leveling with her face. “Since you say we are the same,” he whispered, “then I could traumatize you worse than I ever did to Snow.” His voice dropped into a snarl. “After all, I am the cruel Alpha’s son. ...And you will regret messing with Snow… and the rest of the Omegas.”

“You’re finished, Jonah. Everything you have will be mine.” Using my weakness as an opportunity, his teeth sank into my neck, biting hard. My blood splashed everywhere, soaking into my fur as I fell to the ground — lifeless — transforming back into my human form, lying in my own pool of blood. Darius released me and howled in victory, arms raised high, a twisted smile curving his mouth as the crowd chanted his name. He soaked in their applause, basking in it like a god. Is it over? Did I fail Danika?

I nodded and rushed into his arms and he twirled me around, kissing me until I got dizzy. The crowd didn't matter. The cameras didn't matter. I loved my father-in-law and he was the man for me. He pulled me closer, whispering against my temple. “You’re mine.” I laughed against him. “You too.” And so, I went from being Sansa Vale to Sansa Wolfe and then back to Sansa Vale and then a Wolfe again. But this time, Winston was the Wolfe of my dream. I am Sansa Wolfe. My ex father-in-law’s craziest obsession.