Names That Mean Snow Novels & Stories

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.

Grande suddenly looked shocked, SJ had noticed immediately. “Say that again?” Mr. Grande asked slowly, shocked obvious in his voice. SJ watched as the older man clenched his hands tightly, studying Elli up and down as if seeing her for the first time when she repeated her name. “Snow?” He asked, cutting the long silence. “Why is Snow your second name? Is there a meaning for that?” Elli nodded as she suddenly looked wistful. “Yes,” she replied. “My mother gave me that name because I was born on the first day of snow.”

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 won't tell her my name, I won't tell her my name—’ "It's Kaldar." 'Hell!' "Nice to meet you Kaldar." She stretched out a hand and I took it. She was about Tia's height, who was about Dawn's height. They were all about the same height. 'I won't ask her for her name, now I'm actually gonna brush past her and go to where Jhan is—’ "What's your name?" I asked. She smiled lightly, two deep dimples forming at her cheeks. "I'm Nicha. But my wolf name is Snow."

NOTE: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE KAR IS ANOTHER TURKISH NAME, THIS TIME, IT MEANS SNOW. AS FOR KALAN, YOU DO REMEMBER THAT NAME, RIGHT?

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.

he said. I nodded, lowering my gaze to the snow. “Name your wolf. Remember, you can’t just name her anything. It has to be meaningful because in my culture our wolves are sacred, so we rarely talk about them or take their name in front of people.” Amor said as we reached the top of the hill we were trekking upon. My eyes skimmed from the empty snow under my feet to the exquisite landscape in abstract aesthetic in shades of blue, white, grey and black.

I laughed and he seemed remarkably glad to see me do it. — Your mother, Juliette Broz, a Polish woman who came to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, chose the name Hera because she is the Greek goddess of protection of the family and marriage and I chose Nix, it's strange, what I know, but it means goddess of the night. Julie wanted you to be special so what better than to be special with weird names? — Seeing it like this, I even like it — it was true, who wouldn't like to have the name of a goddess? — And what is Winter?

“Charlie Greene.” Snow tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her gaze. “Unusual names, both of you. I’ve never heard anything like them.” Carter raised a brow, clearly ready with a quip—but this time he wisely held his tongue. “Where are we?” “You’re in the land of Dromador.” Snow’s sharp eyes flicked between us, lingering long enough to make my stomach twist. Then she turned toward the small hearth crackling in the corner and knelt, stirring the flames with a thin iron rod. Sparks scattered, lighting up her pale face and glinting off her blue eyes.

CHAPTER 3 The Snow Lie Elena's POV I stayed awake beside him, still in deep shock as he slept soundly like a baby. He turned his head slightly, showing how much he was enjoying his sleep. I had a lot of questions in my head. Too many that I didn't know where to begin with. “Damon…” I finally whispered his name, testing my ability to still hold a conversation. My voice was low, and very tentative, almost a whisper. “Do you… do you even care... about what you just said?”