Names Meaning Snow Novels & Stories

She said. "That's good." Hades said with a nod. "Really good, hehe." Khione struggled against it. He has nothing else to say, it's just as difficult to open a topic especially when the person you're talking to is rude. "By the way, your name is somehow familiar." Hades said suddenly. "Ah, it's also from greek names, the name of a goddess. Khione is the goddess of snow." He replied. "Snow?" "Yes, because mama said when she gave birth to me I was white."

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

Fredrick looked so angry and furious. A very large man that has similar features to Dawson stepped forward and looked around. His eyes fell on me and he fixated his gaze. “Hello, Alpha Melissa. I'm Doyle, popularly known as Snow. I'm at your service.” He said with a slight bow. There's no way that the Alpha of the northern mountains is here. He is the only one known as Snow. “Thank you for joining the fight. We fight together for the survival of our kind.” I raised Dreca and the wind around me blew around me wildly.

I wasn’t the type to hate men, but I despised playboys like him. Demetri remained seated for a few moments before finally stepping out of the car. "Are you mad at me, Snow?" His deep voice sent a strange shiver down my spine. I looked up at him. He was tall as tall as Marcus. Then, he smirked. "Anger doesn’t suit your name," he mused. "Winter Snow… sounds like something cold and calm. And yet, you seem to have a boiling rage toward me." I took a deep breath. "I’m not mad, Demetri," I said evenly.

"I haven't named for Only Snow Wolf yet, let's name it together!" Only Snow Wolf seemed to understand, and in front of him let out a small sound of amusement. Vivian Arnold focused on driving, peach lips sounded clear and gentle. "I don't know, what should I call it?" Tadgh Walter thought quickly, said. "I want it to keep you safe, so let's put it... Gunner Vivian, what do you think?" Vivian Arnold said surprised. "Why is my name inside?" "It's simple, this is my gift for you, hope you like it!"

"Don't try to deny it." I huffed out a laugh despite myself. "Fine. I thought about it. You're just… so fluffy right now. Like a walking snowball." Snow gave me a look that could have frozen a river. "I am the embodiment of the Moon Goddess's will, Rissa. Not a snowball." "You're literally named Snow." She blinked once. Twice. Then, with a soft exhale, she actually laughed, a low, rumbling sound that rolled through the cabin like music.

“He hates me. I could feel it through the ... the bond. He looked at me like he wanted me to die.” Jax’s face softened with an undeniable flicker of pity. He took a step closer. “He doesn’t know you. What he feels is... complicated. He has been alone for a very long time snow.” The nickname, so unexpected and gentle, was a drop of warmth in a frozen ocean. ‘Snow.’ No one had ever given her a kind name before. Everyone else spat ‘snow top’ like a curse, a mark of her otherness. To hear this man, this stranger, use a soft version of it almost made her break down right there.

It is like he has me in a trace that I couldn’t escape. “Snowy?” his deep voice asks, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. For once I don’t mind the stupid childhood nickname, as long as he is the one calling me it. “Oh, have you not met our new recruit yet? Max this is Raven, aka Snowy. Snow this is Alpha Max” Colton continues, lucky he seems oblivious to the obvious tension building between us. Hopefully, nobody else in the group notices our little stare contest.

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

“Have you thought of a name?” Serena bit her lip, looking down at the baby. Amy perked up. “I want to name him Snow!” Ryan chuckled. “We’re not naming him Snow, princess.” Amy pouted. “But he was born in the snow!” Serena hummed, considering it. “Maybe something wintery, though…” Ryan raised a brow. “Really?” Serena nodded. “It fits. It’s Christmas. Maybe something like… Noel?” Ryan’s chest tightened. “Noel,” he murmured, testing the name.