Names Meaning Snow Novels & Stories

The wolf looks up to me with the most gorgeous silver eyes. It blinks at me before answering. “My name is Snow.” She says in my head. I nod at it looking around at everyone else and see the shocked looks on their faces. “It’s nice to meet you Snow. Can you tell me what is happening?” I asked her.

Tross said, a note of apprehension in his voice that I didn’t miss. I thought about it, “While Snow rings true to her looks, she’s much less delicate. No, she’s a fierce and powerful being. She should have a name that encapsulates that, but also remains true to her original name… How about Nivara?” I asked the mare, leaning down and patting her thick neck lovingly.

“Why Winter?” “I heard a story from my dad before that in the deep mountains and old forests, the snow doesn’t melt all year-round. So the people living there are constantly in bitter hardship. But fortunately, there’s a young lady named Winter who’ll show up once every New Year’s to make house calls for the villagers. Since Sis Zetty has the heart of a saint as well, let’s change your name to Winter.” Baby Zetty pondered it and said, “Winter, the one who saves the world? The name is worthy of my identity as a medical practitioner. Alright, I shall be called Winter from now on.”

I told my mom, and it was a mistake. "Aren't you related to Mrs. Norris?" my mother asked curiously. "Well, looking at your features, you don't resemble her family." Mom laughed, and Snow nodded somewhat amusedly. "No, I really look like my father," Snow said. "Who is he? Is he a guardian? Because I swear, I know them all, and your features don't look familiar at all," Mom said calmly. "He was from outside the herd," Snow said. "My name is Snow Blake."

“And find a new name for you. Let’s say…” “It will be your temporary alter ego…” He was saying this while thinking other things too. His face is conflicted. “Okay…” She agreed. “I did…” “It’s …..Snow…” Arissa replied shortly without a blink. Jojo nodded. “Snow…” “Sounds nice. It’s simple, catchy, and beautiful. How come you decide it so quickly, Sa?”

His storm-gray eyes had met August’s without warmth, without hesitation. “Snow,” he had said. Just that. No explanation. No flourish. The word had fallen into the room like a dropped blade, simple, cold, final. August had stared at him for several heartbeats, searching for the jest, the metaphor, the hidden meaning. He had found none. “Snow,” he had repeated slowly, tasting the name as though it might reveal more if spoken aloud. “You’re naming your son… Snow.” Winter had given a single nod, sharp, conclusive. “That is his name.”

I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed. “So, I’ll leave you in the past, too.” Then, I turned and walked away. As I passed the largest painting in the gallery, I paused. Its title was ‘Rebirth.’ In the painting, a girl ran freely under the sunlight, her back turned to the viewer, and the girl was Jane. However, in the lower right corner, almost hidden, was a small cluster of white flowers. They were lilies. Ethan once told me I was the only flower in his barren life. Now, those flowers had become nothing more than roadside decoration—something to be trampled without a second thought.

What could I ask? I didn’t want to turn into all those women that couldn’t handle things without clinging, scaring men away with their desperation. I wanted Decker Kane to want me. And I wasn’t going to bitch about whatever I got. He was looking at me. That was all that mattered. I just took the cat from him, cradling it against my chest. It started purring immediately, its tiny body vibrating against me. “Snow. She’s going to be called Snow. Actually, she’d have five names but I’d have to ask the others—”

’ [Goodbye, my beloved homeland. He whispered wondering if he would ever hear his native tongue again and not ashamed as a single tear escaped and rolled down his handsome face, there had been a Snow Wolf Pack in the Vottovaara Mountains since the dawn of time. He could trace his Ancestors back to the Original Siblings, his pure snow white coat and brilliant blue eyes testified to that, he was a Pure Bred Lycan created by the Goddess herself.

Chris had been the one to tear down her last line of defense. She remembered why her parents had named her Winter. They said winter was the season when people held on to each other the tightest, the season that tested love and made it stronger. Her name was meant to symbolize two people enduring the cold together, not one person begging the other to stay.