Names Meaning Snow White Novels & Stories

he answered smugly, as if reminding me of his wolf form. I nodded, pondering and considering his words. "Using color, then... She should be Snow White. Because she's white and peaceful," I said decisively, and the name felt sweet on my tongue like a gentle melody. "Well, that's a good choice," Roman mused. "Raven can't wait to meet Snow White and run through the forest with her," he added, with a touch of excitement in his voice. Then Roman moved to get up. "I think I'll call Dr. Emmaline to stay on standby today," he announced.

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.”

Then, after a slight delay, she raised her hand for a handshake as if she had forgotten about that part. My first thought was that she had such a beautiful name. It had a surreal beauty just like hers. Even as I glared at her, I found it difficult to tell what the color of her eyes were. Were they blue or green or yellow? They seemed ever shifting. She was also taller than me, and she had a slender and graceful figure. It made me dislike her. No one should be that perfect. “My name is Morning White. Daughter of Alpha Conrad of the White claw pack.” I said. My tone was far from civil.

I smiled at my mother in law, "yes, Oma Eve, it means snow in latin. Storm and I fell in love s snow, and I thought it fit nicely with the name Storm." Mom was choking up too, "you didn’t pick any fuckin name on my list. But I don’t fucking care. It’s perfect, and I’m honored that she has my name. Nivia is perfect, just fucking perfect." "She is beautiful," Elora said, crying as well. "I am so happy for you guys." Storm stared down at our baby, "I love her so fucking much already. You did so good, Aeryn." "I love her too, Storm, and you."

"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!"

“Who names their daughter Fair?” I picked Fair, it was easier to remember. Four=Fair. But my father heard a different version of the story. “Her parents loved snow white so they named her fair. Fairest maiden in the land.’ That didn't sound right but Father didn't argue. He leaned back and away from me suspicious of such a name. I slapped myself in my head. ‘They're better names out there but yet, here I was with a name like ‘Fair’ “So… what does this fair do? How did you know her?”

Maya had gushed out, saying Snow was a little angel and that she was going to be the greatest auntie on earth and couldn't wait to spoil him rotten, and we all laughed at her antics. Today was the naming ritual ceremony for Snow, and I was both excited and nervous because we couldn't allow people to start calling him Snow. He needed an official name that would be recognized by the pack, used in all the formal records and ceremonies. We'd spent weeks searching for names and looking for meanings that would resonate with our baby; we narrowed it down to Zane, Lucius, Finn, Zal, and Roshan. And finally, we'd concluded that Zane was perfect because it meant "God's gift," and that's exactly what h

But the whispers keep coming, zipping around the class like a swarm of bees. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the chatter from the back row. “Yo, Snow White!” a boy calls out, a sly grin on his face. “Where's your posse of dwarves?” The room explodes in laughter, and I can't help but join in. Gotta hand it to Fiona – she'd enlightened me about my nickname: “Snow White,” comparing me to a fairytale princess and her short-statured squad. I take my seat, and another voice chimes in. “Don't worry, Casper! We'll make sure you get your daily dose of non-poisonous fruit!” More laughter sweeps through the room, and I gotta say, my classmates have a pretty good sense of humour.

Kai's curiosity asked. Since she won't be here for long, Lyca decided not to tell the group her story. However, she did have one question. "...Anyway, why do you call me little princess?" Since Lyca didn't answer, the group moved on to her new question, which made them laugh. "You got that name from Xavier... We have no idea why... But because he is the leader, we went with him "Jaxson told us. "I go by the name Lyca... Also, it doesn't matter because I'm leaving right away..." Lyca said, "Yes," and she smiled.

Sabrina sat up and pulled the baby to her. “What do we call her?” Althea asked. She too, sat up and scooted closer to Sabrina to look at the baby. “Ivory. It means pure white.” “Pure white. As in all things pure and good. I like it.” Althea said. “Here, take her. I need to adjust her mate.” Sabrina handed Althea Ivory and limped over to the crystal ball. “Hmm, you will be perfect.” Sabrina mumbled to herself. Althea watched as she rested her finger on the crystal ball as she chanted a song. Finally, she said, “You will call him Jet.” Only when she was finished, did Althea speak.