Snow Title Novels & Stories

The wolf looks up to me with the most gorgeous silver eyes. It blinks at me before answering. “My name is Snow.” She says in my head. I nod at it looking around at everyone else and see the shocked looks on their faces. “It’s nice to meet you Snow. Can you tell me what is happening?” I asked her.

I let the warmth of my Scorcher abilities seep into her, and I hear her sigh, her body relaxing in relief. We stand there for a long while, her nestled against me, and me holding her like it’s the last moment we’ll ever have. I want to stay like this forever, the world falling away around us. And then, something soft lands on my nose—a small, white flake. It melts almost instantly, but its meaning is clear. The first snow of the year has fallen. "Looks like you were right," I whisper, smiling down at her. "Winter is here." Arwyn tilts her head up, and in the fading light, with the first snowflakes drifting gently around us, she looks like something out of a dream—a dream I never want to wake

Venus inquired to Snow as she stopped feeding Carolina. “Hi Lavy.” Snow said in a low joyless voice, she kept her back faced away from us, head down hair falling over her face. “Are you ok, Snow you don’t seem alright.” I flipped to her side of the bed where she stood with Carolina. “Yah, I’m fine.” She muttered, I heard a crack in her soft voice. I stood up thinking a possibility of something bad happened giving her a hug from the behind. “I’m a little tired today, I-I think I’m going to hit the Ice early today.” She fake yawned letting me go from the hug, sighing taking her shoes off to laying herself on the bed. She shifted the other way from me having her back towards me.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

They were enjoying their time together until Olivia looked out of their house's window. "Wow, is that snow?" asked Olivia, getting up from her seat and running outside. She raised her palm to the sky, and sure enough, flakes of snow fell onto it. Zayden walked over to where Olivia was. "Zayd, look at the falling snow. This is our first snow," Olivia said happily. "Yes, it's already winter," Zayden stated, gazing silently at the laingit. "Then let's make a wish," Olivia invited.

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.”

"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!"

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.”

Nolan said, '' The beast gave the girl a nickname he called her snow because her hair was white as snow'' "Nolan said, '' One day, the beast was having his birthday, and Snow made a necklace out of a poison tree. The tree was poison to the werewolf. Little Snow didn't know about the tree, but when the beast saw that flower. He knew that it was poison, but he couldn't bother to turn little Snow, so he wore it, and he became very sick. "Nolan said,

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.