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

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.

Snow ran and knelt in front of them, tears cascading down her cheeks. "Snow what are you doing?" Mykel mumbled. "The boss should cut off her head," Viola muttered heartlessly. "I know she betrayed the clan, but if you see it from her perspective, she was driven by revenge, the same thing that drives you. Don't end her life," Snow pleaded. "The two of you should move," Sin placed a hand on his shoulder. "They will be useful to us. We can recruit them as one of us. At the last minute, they switched sides. Don't kill them," Sin mumbled to Aurelio's hearing.

Still, she wondered—Would Rex even accept this new… dog? She looked up at Alexander. “What’s its name?” Seeing the flicker of interest in her eyes, Alexander’s lips curved into a grin. “They called him Jon Snow. But you can rename him. What do you want to call him?” “Snowball,” Serena decided after a pause. The name was absurdly cute for such a powerful animal, but somehow it fit. Snowball was larger and stronger than Rex, almost intimidating, but there was a beauty in its sheer size.

I took the opportunity to chase the black lycan. I bite his neck and shout to Eliana, “Go inside!” In seconds I drag the lycan away from the mansion. As we continued fighting and gritted our teeth, the lycan smirked and ran away. I change into human form and run back to Eliana. My eyes lit up as I saw a man standing near him. His black hair and the thin shoulder look familiar. I averted my gaze and saw Eliana vomiting.

They were the same ones from my past life. They were the ones who kidnapped and drowned me in the lake. Seeing I was awake, Leah stepped forward with a sneer. She twirled a wolfsbane-coated silver dagger in her hand. "Lana, I bet you didn't expect this, did you? I was reborn with memories of the past life too." She clenched her jaw. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn.

He took a step toward me, his hands outstretched. “Lyra, I… I never loved Elara. I loved you. It was always you. I used her to make you jealous. You’re so strong, so smart. I was afraid I could never control you. I wanted to break you, to make you need me. Pushing you off that cliff… it was supposed to be a lesson. I didn’t mean to kill you. I didn’t know you were pregnant. When I found out… I killed myself right there beside you. That’s why I’m reborn too. We were meant to be together, Lyra. Can’t you see that?”

The snow crunched loudly beneath my heavy boots, stained red by the remnants of the slaughter. ​As I walked through the ruins of the Crescent Pack, looking down at the quiet, peaceful face of my sleeping mate, I swore an internal blood oath as her Alpha, her king, and her captor: I would protect her from every shadow in this world, and I would lock her so deep inside the secure walls of my palace that no other predator would ever be able to look at what was mine, forever.

“You’d better give me a very good reason.” I took a deep breath. I contemplated telling him that I had been reborn, and I knew certain key events of the past, but I didn’t know how believable that would sound to him. “I have the ability to see glimpses of the future.” The words tasted strange on my tongue. It was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care. His expression didn’t change. “I can help you become the Alpha King,” I continued evenly. “In exchange, I want you to make me second only to you.”

For this reason Lorist was so brutally castigated in the foundation. A decade prior, a carriage with an emblem of a thundering bear brought a 14 year-old respectable youth from the Krissen Empire to Dawn Academy. McDuffin, who was selling food by the entry of the foundation with his folks, obviously recollected that scene. The adolescent that descended from the carriage had a monstrous, reluctant appearance all over. He saw McDuffin and his family with much contempt. That adolescent was incredibly cold and prideful. Not so much as after one month, McDuffin heard that that adolescent got into a battle with somebody in the foundation and got seriously pummeled. He needed to rest in bed for thr