Names Meaning Snow Novels & Stories

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

"You want me to name him?" "Of course," I smiled. "Well, it's kinda hard to come up with a fitting name; he looks quite unique." Daphnie was right. Snowflake's colt was a pattern of large black and white patches all over his body. "The only fitting name I can think of is Moo or Skunk." I busted out into laughter that I couldn't contain. "Okay," I choked out. "Which one will it be?" "You know what? How about Tuxedo?" Daphnie said in annoyance.

“Elle!” “Huh?” Mary frowned beside me. “I said we can dine in a restaurant for lunch.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ll just order some food since I need to unpack and Yuki is still asleep.” Snow’s name remained Yuki but they already know she’s actually named Snow. I had to reveal it since I already taught Snow how to write her name and she can write it now. However, the last name we’re using was my grandma’s last name. When we reached the company dorm, I immediately put Snow on the bed. The unit is good for one person and it’s enough for me and Snow. However, I need to find someone trustworthy to look after Snow while I’m working.

When Snow approaches the black wolf, he lies beside him and turns his muzzle to look at him. The black wolf is excited by the proximity and wags his tail. "What's your name?" - Snow asks, by mind-link. “My name's Sonny, and I'm the best part of Klaus” – he replies. “Hey” – the offended Klaus says.- “You're half of me, so don't say those things” Snow laughs. “My name is Snow” – Angel's wolf answers.

I had never met a man before who could give me pleasure so intensely, so inhumanely. ​After it was all over, we lay in each other’s arms for a while. The stormy wind outside had calmed down. But when I returned to my apartment by taxi, the trace of excitement faded, and a strange melancholy consumed me. ​As soon as I returned home and closed the door, a piece of white fur rushed to my feet. 'Snow'. My only love, my pampered blue-eyed cat. ​I picked him up. Burying my face in his soft fur, I let out a long sigh. "Mommy had a very big day today, Snow... and she made some serious wrong decisions today," I murmured in a tired voice.

It would take a lot for me to be as tall or taller than this man. “Ms. Blaze.” He says, taking my hand. Like me, he must have had to create a secondary name, or ‘last name’ as Ish had called it. Apparently, having one name isn’t sufficient for humans. So, I took a name that symbolized who I am. It appears that Mr. Rime did as well. “Please, call me Tana.” I say. “Fire goddess. A fitting name. And you shall call me Edur.” He says. Edur means snow. He’s definitely a polar bear.

I shouldn't be a damsel in distress all the damn time, but since I found my way here in their world, I have been nothing but a woman in constant need of rescuing and saving, and I despise it. "What's your name? Blaze has been keeping track of your health since last night, and he has been checking in on you frequently. There does not appear to be anything wrong with you, but maybe you're experiencing too much exhaustion." She asserts herself as she tries to sit on the bed to get closer to me. This time, I gave her my name without hesitation. I have a feeling that I can trust her. "I am Snow, and I ran away from home."

Someone must have tried to attack him and he came here in search of security. "You don't have to be scared now. I will take care of you." Aurora said. "But what should I name you?" She thought about it. She looked at his fur which was white as snow. There was no spot on his fur. "Snow! I will call you snow from now." She said and a giggle escaped her lips when snow snuggled in her chest. Just then she heard three earth shattering growls which was enough to scare anyone. It made her flinch in fear and fill her heart with terror.

We changed back to our human form, it was a bit easy for me since I've done it a lot but Alex dad, Uncle Liam, helped him this time and showed him how. We then came together, I and Alex to name our wolves. I named me wolf, "Snow" and Alex named his wolf, "Ash". Someone then hit me, bringing me out of my thoughts, "snap out of it newbie".

"Yes, the timing's been... less than ideal. But I'll always have a respect for the sheer intensity of them. Did you know, the force of the wind can actually bend the snow crystals into tiny, razor-sharp blades. The air itself can tear you to shreds." "That's... terrifying." I admit. "You should name it." "Name it?" "Yep. All good storms have a name." She grins up at me, her ice-blue eyes locking on mine. My mind runs through the possibilities. What does one even call a storm like this? A name, like hurricanes back home? 'Whiteout Ethan'? No, that sounds insane. Something stark and chilling? Frost-blade? Glacial hammer? Were they better? "Winters embrace." "Winters... embrace?"