Names That Mean Snow Novels & Stories

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

The snow began to fall as they crossed the threshold. War had a new name. Hope.

"You want me to name him?" "Of course," I smiled. "Well, it's kinda hard to come up with a fitting name; he looks quite unique." Daphnie was right. Snowflake's colt was a pattern of large black and white patches all over his body. "The only fitting name I can think of is Moo or Skunk." I busted out into laughter that I couldn't contain. "Okay," I choked out. "Which one will it be?" "You know what? How about Tuxedo?" Daphnie said in annoyance.

she repeats, pointin’ at me. I frown, tryin’ to figure out what she means. “Nevuik?” I echo back. She nods enthusiastically. “Drifting snow.” I blink, glancin’ at Chet as realization dawns. “They’re callin’ me driftin’ snow?” The girl smiles, noddin’. “White wolf. Snow.” Chet smirks slightly. “Fitting.” As we continue through the settlement, I spot the elder—the man who took Robert in and made sure he was safe. Feelin’ the weight of his kindness, I know I need to thank him proper.

If she's even that old. "Good morning dear, I go by Gwen but you can call me Gwennie— if you want to, that is," She introduced herself this time, I decided to do the same immediately. "Nice to meet you, I think Gwennie sounds just fine. I'm Snow— you can also call me Snow white, if you want to, that is." "Snow white it is!" She gushed out with a soft laugh while I did the same, I tried my best to mimic her relaxed aura with one of mine.

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."

"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.

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