Names Meaning Snow Novels & Stories

"Cute." "Uh-huh." "And a little cold." "That's right." Lucius nodded approvingly. Then the bear continued, "Just like my cat. Oh, my cat's name is Snow. He's very attached to me." "Uh-huh." Lucius nodded again, but his smile quickly froze. "What did you just say?" Big Bear looked puzzled: "I said my cat's name is Snow..." "You named her after your cat?" "I just think the name suits her. You just agreed..."

I laid back again to our bed as I place puppy on top of my stomach. "You have a white fur like mine, but yours has brown like but I have gray-silver one." I paused, thinking deeply as an idea pop in my head. "I'll call you Snowbie! do you like it? Snowbie because white for snow and bie short for brown!" I chuckle at my words but snowbie just bark, as if telling me she like her new name.

I wasn’t sure but it seemed like a female. “I think it is”. I answered. She nodded. “What are you going to name her?”. She asked again. I hadn’t thought of a name for her, my mind had been too occupied I suppose. I stared down at her, she was curled like a ball on my lap, and it was sparkling white like snow, I had the perfect name for her. “Snowball”. I said. She cringed slightly. “Sounds great honey”. She said with a saccharine sweetness that sickened me. “But shouldn’t you name her something elegant, like Claudia, Celia, you know”.

“Mama says it in that way that makes it sound like it’s a polite way of saying something bad…” “Then ignore her,” he replied, opening an eye to look at her. Ariadne laughed. She curled into his side. “You’re letting me stay here tonight?” “You, yes,” she said. “Archer no. As soon as you shift back, he needs to go.” “Got it,” the wolf nodded. “So… Do you have a name?” she asked. “Nieve.” “As in… Naive?” “No,” he shook his head. “It means snow.”

She began the list, each name carrying its history and weight: Eira (for snow, for purity, for the night she almost left) Liora (for light, for the morning after rescue) Seren (for peace, for the quiet she longed for) Ash (for what remains after fire, for rebirth) Kellan (for strength, for the father’s courage she both loved and resented) Mira (for kindness, after her oldest friend) Rowan (for healing, for protection) Solene (for dignity, for the sun that rises even on the hardest mornings) She wrote slowly, crossing out some names, circling others, her smile faint as she whispered them aloud, listening for a feeling of resonance. Each name she wrote felt like a thread in the tapestry of her

It was only then she felt a sense of calmness settling within her as a smile formed on her lips. “Darce,” she whispered softly between her lips. “Darce.” He’d stroked her hair and suggested they call her Snow. She liked the name very much. It was a beautiful name. Better than Sally, of course. Sakura wasn’t a Silly Sally. She was Sakura, and to Darce, she was Snow.

First we would be starting with the name. “I was thinking what name should we name the pack?” I asked Tobias in our new private jet. “Hmmm, it should be a compromise of Snow Moon and Waterfall names,” Tobias reasoned. “Yes, what do you think of Snowmoonwaterfall pack?” I asked and he shot me an incredulous look. “Okay the look on your face tells me it's awful, what about…,” I voice trailed into thought. “Aha! Snowfall,” I said as he shook his head, “please no.”

After letters or texts he'll usually put SiR. Snezhinka: In Russian Snezhinka means Snowflake. She was a gift from Kingsley to Lyle. She is a werepolarbear aka werebear. She's around fifteen years old and has snow white hair that matches polar bear's fur. Her eyes are similar to the color of zircon. She cost 25 grand at an auction. She enjoys playing in the snow and sun. Her scent mixes with the smell of day time and vampires pick the scent up around her. Her nickname is Snow.

I jolt waking from a terrible dream. I was fighting with dragons, lots of them. One of them was Cal. They were attacking my little white friend. I had to give him a name, so I named him Snow, since that’s what he looks like. It’s kind of girlie, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I look around quickly, trying to see if he’s near me. Once again, we’re up at the top of a mountain. Snow is wrapped around me. My quick movements disturbing his sleep.

He crossed his arms and said, "I need to know who you are and how you know my brother." Snow swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She knew that he was going to be shocked when he heard the truth. "My name is Snow, like I said before," she began slowly. "I'm your next mate." Rafe's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean, my next mate?" he asked incredulously.