Names That Mean Snow Novels & Stories

He extended his hand, the words flowing with a slight distinctive accent, "Savaş (pronounced 'Savash') Demir" Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his, the meaning of his name echoing ominously in my mind. A name synonymous with war, it made me pause, wondering if it was an indicator of his true nature. "Rima Karam" I responded, my tone formal and clipped. "Mr. Snow is expecting you. This way, please" I slipped my hand from his grasp as swiftly as I could, striding ahead of them to announce their arrival to Mr. Snow.

The snake woman had a lot of guts to suggest something like that. The snake woman smirked. "I present to you-" She clapped once again and her assistants dramatically lifted the cloth. "The Snow Fox!" Everyone gasped. Lying in the steel cage was a baby fox. Its fur was as white as snow with thin red streaks all around. The tip of its tail was also red and it stared at everyone with its bright eyes, the colour of molten copper. The reason why it was called the Snow Fox was because their species lived high on snowy mountain tops and despite the cold, the creatures still survived. In fact, they didn't fare well with heat.

"What made you think you could talk to me like that? No one has ever spoken to me like that before. You're the first to do that and it makes me so mad." "I said I'm sorry." She yelps when she hits a wall and I place my hands on the walls on either side of her, blocking her from walking away. I stare at her soft pink lips, wondering what she tastes like. She moves her head away from me when I lean in. I caress her face with my hand, tuck a strand of her black hair behind her ear and trace a finger down her neck, her sweet scent invading my nostrils. "Do you know why I named you Snow?" I hold her chin to make her look at me. "Pale skin, beautiful long black hair, soft pink lips and beautiful b

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

My wolf said feeling all giddy. Shut up you idiot. We can't do that and you know why. He can't know who we really are otherwise he too will take advantage of us. Just like everyone else. He can't know you exist Snow! And I'm doing this for everyone. If we go with him then we are going to put him and his pack in danger as well. My wolf whimpered knowing I was right. We can't mess up anything. "Angel? I still don't know your name," He brought me out of my daze. Should I tell him or not? I mean it's just my name

A name that was strong, gentle, or one that embraced both light and dark? She began the list, each name carrying its history and weight: Eira (for snow, for purity, for the night she almost left) Liora (for light, for the morning after rescue) Seren (for peace, for the quiet she longed for) Ash (for what remains after fire, for rebirth) Kellan (for strength, for the father’s courage she both loved and resented) Mira (for kindness, after her oldest friend) Rowan (for healing, for protection)

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

I watched as he walked through the double doors leading to the delivery rooms. 20 minutes had gone by before a nurse came out. “ Ms. Snow, if you would like to come back.” “ I’m allowed?. Sure, I'll come.” I followed her through the doors and down the hall to Rebecca's room. I opened the door, and there laid Rebecca on the bed watching Ethan hold the baby. “ Wanna hold him?.” Ethan asked. “ Let me wash my hands.” I said, smiling back at him. “ His name is Johnathan Anthony Robins.”

I also turn my face around to see Ty scolding Aaron while Aaron just smiles at him with a kind of satisfaction. Asher shakes his head and averts his attention back to me. I smile at him and his lips threaten to slightly curl upward. I giggle at him, swinging our hand, and soon he is smiling, shaking his head. "Okay C'mon now, snow. Let's go eat something," I say laughing. "Snow?" He asks. "Yeah, your new nickname. How is it?" I ask resuming our walking. He laughs slightly. "Short for snow prince?" "Yeah," I nod.

This couldn't be the same for Snow. In Snow, everything had to do with the weather: Iceland, Iceberg, Blizzard, Frost Village, Ice Ville, and so on. It always had to do with the frost of the place. The people were not so creative either. How they lived showed exactly why their towns had weird, uncreative names. "How far is 'Blizzard' from here," I tried to tease, and Aeron chuckled, knowing exactly what I meant; Ivory, on the other hand, was silent. We divided ourselves into two groups. Grandma, Gaddafi, and Rukky were in a separate vehicle, while Aeron Ivory and I were in the vehicle Aeron and I drove to Snow from Forest with.