Names Meaning Snow White Novels & Stories

He looked like John Legend’s little brother with his light brown skin and almond eyes. I ignored him and kept walking towards the house. I felt all eyes on me as I got closer to the door. “Wassup up Snow Bunny, you coming to play?” I always got ′Snow Bunny or Snowflake′ as a nickname because I’m white. It didn’t bother me, but I’m like y’all can’t come up with something better? “You coming to pay?” I gave so much attitude. Shayla swears I must have been Black in a past life.

Maezhei could never had imagined that the white tiger she just saved, would turn out to be the Deguzs most treasured and dangerous possession. This white tiger was kept by Zake in Seed Island. It is a private island that was surrounded by a big dense forest where white tigers often roamed around by themselves. The white tiger's name was Snowy because of its soft snowy-like fur. He's the youngest white tiger in the Seed Island that's why they also nicknamed him as Little White Tiger.

"We're in The Devil's Lair. We've been brought as tributes. You can't make trouble or they might kill you before you even get a chance to see him." "The Devil?" I asked, stunned and suddenly terrified. Nodding again, the girl quickly whispered, "I'm Donna. My parents saved me to offer him. I hope he picks me! If I become his Luna, my parents will get to live in the Alpha House with me and my whole family will benefit. I'm the first Snow White our line has had in generations." A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have.

“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.”

I could see the slight smile he was trying to suppress. “Genesis is a good name, it suits you,” “Thank you, Mr. Snowman.” He’s face shutdown at the mention of the nickname I had given him, I couldn’t help but smile at his astonished face. “I beg your Pardon?” “Mr. Snowman, that’s what I call you,” I said, “You tend to stay out in the snow, and you hardly move around, like a snowman.” “I have a name you know,” “No I don’t I’ve told you mine, yet you haven’t told me yours,” he stared at me for a brief moment then spoke.

She sat by the window, gazing out at the garden shrouded in a pristine blanket of white. "Ow..." She gasped softly as the needle pricked her finger. Droplets of crimson blood rolled onto the pure white snow. The Queen whispered a prayer: Should I have a daughter, let her skin be as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her beauty beyond compare. Her prayer was answered. Before long, she gave birth to a baby girl with skin as fair as alabaster and lips as vivid as roses. She named her Snow White.

"He will not take kindly to your teasing, and he's one of the few fairies I consider to be a friend." "Okay." I held up my hands in surrender. "I won't call your friend Snow White." "Thank you." "How about Shaun White?" I giggled. "Shaun..." Tiernan frowned. "Isn't he a human athlete?" "A snowboarder, actually," I said. "Kind of a funny coincidence that his name is so close to Snow White." "It's not close to Snow White, it's another name entirely." Tiernan rolled his eyes. "A name which should only be used in reference to him, not Iain."

He turned to me, and I felt fear rise in my chest. "Leave her alone!" Stephen roared and tried to take a step forward only to be met with a wall of fire. "No stop! I-I will listen but please don't hurt him." Why was this happening? "I know your name, girl, but one of your gifts has a name. Angarika, as I explained in the dream, means ‘Flame of the Forest’. You are more than a wolf. You are a descendant of the great white witch," he spoke.

“Did you really expect love from me? I don’t do love, Kira, and I sure as hell don’t care about your feelings. Wake the fuck up—this isn’t some fairytale, Hale White.” I blinked at him, confused before muttering, “You mean Snow White.” His brows furrowed as he stared at me, puzzled. Holding back a sniff, I pressed on, “The princess is called Snow White, not ‘Hale White’. But tell me, what’s changed Adrian? Why do you suddenly care enough to call me your wife? I thought I was just your brother’s ‘sloppy seconds.’”. I said, air-quoting that last part.

No amount of fear could kill the joy he was feeling right now. "You're pregnant." He said, the statement more of an affirmation than a question. She nodded with enthusiasm and laughed, the sound like the soft tinkle of bells. Then he drew her into the circle of his arms and hugged her to his chest. What should we name her? And who says it's a her? Her wolf laughed. Gut instinct, dear alpha. All right, White Wolf. Let's name her—Jessica. It's perfect. She'll be as brave as her grandmother.