Snow White Age Novels & Stories

and then finally she said, “nothing hurts anymore, Dad.” I hugged her again, feeling very happy that she felt like herself again. “What do you have here?” I asked her, assessing the book she had been coloring. Natalia was very quick to explain to me, and very enthusiastic. “Nurse Gina told me the story of Snow white and the seven dwarfs.” She pointed to the drawings she was coloring. “This is Scotty, Eddie and Billy, snow White's dwarf friends. They were protecting her against the evil queen…” she flipped the page and pointed to a woman with a crown on her head. “This is the evil queen. I'm going to color her black and red.”

"I'm sixteen," Snow said. "But I think I'm having a birthday soon." She cleared her throat, and I noticed she fought back the tears. "You think?" I asked simply, putting my hands to my hips. She nodded. "I don't belong in this time. Where I'm from, I recently turned sixteen. Since I've been here with you, I keep getting these flashes of conversations from where I'm from, and I'm hearing people I care about. One of them, Gabe, he said I had a birthday coming up, which would mean I've been away nearly a year."

Little by little, Snow Lady’s appearance began to change. She actually changed from a woman in her mid-forties to a woman in her mid-eighties when she completely walked out of this snowy valley and returned to her natural state. Snow Lady’s expression became more and more hideous as she examined the wrinkles on her arms and touched the dry, rough skin on her face. “It has been 150 years, but the only way I can keep my youthful appearance is to seal myself beneath the ice. However, I can’t stay under the ice indefinitely. I smell the scent of the elixir of life…”

"You were about to say something, my dear." Even the wild dragon had his master. And she knew damn well how to tame his fiery nostrils anytime. Like this time. I cleared my throat and began, "I'm Iris Sawyer from the Dark Moon pack. I'm twenty-three years old..." "Twenty-three?" She cut me off before I could continue. "You look more mature than twenty-three. I'd have sworn you are age mates with my son." She diverted her attention to Gustav and asked, "Isn't that right?"

I said as I sat down on the steps beside him. “What if she meets her mate at 18? Then I only have eighteen years with her as well.” He sat beside me and continued puffing on his cigarettes. “How old do you think she should be when she meets her mate? Is 21 enough?” I asked nonchalantly. “Twenty-eight.” He chuckled. “Twenty-three?” I asked. “Twenty-seven.” “How about twenty-five?” I bargained. “I will take that.” He chuckled, but despite that, tears pooled in his eyes. “I will take twenty-five years of Winter.”

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.

Seeing such a treasure, Owen smiled kindly, stroked her beautiful golden hair that was always fragrant, he said: “Brawen didn't say I forgot. Don't be like that, look, how old are you?". Brawen raised her head as if wanting to stroke her hair more: "17". "Seventeen?" A tap fell on the little head: “It's 117.”

Remembering the night that changed her life for good, it was funny how she took a new load of responsibility after an encounter. She recall vividly walking through the forest that night, she beheld the strangest thing ever. She wouldn't have believed if not that her two eyes witnessed it and her whole body was changed due to what she encountered in the forest that night. Madame Hornet asked her, Elsa, to go to the forest that night to get her a special spice in other to prepare a special delicacy for her visitors. Elsa was so vexed that she complained to no one in particular as she walked the lonely part a bit scared. Suddenly, she heard something groaning in pain and as she moved closer, th

She smiled, “a lot so far, but nothing you’d really be interested in, not now anyway.” Dad piped up, “here’s something interesting, did you know that we age differently than humans,” he chuckled as he looked at Mom, “seems you looking 20 is normal for a she-wolf of 38.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “you’re not funny, but you are lucky to have me,” she giggled.

Her voice sounded so far away. “Ma'am? I need to get the box.” When I finally looked up, I saw that at least 15 people surrounded me. I slowly extended my arm to hand her the box. Someone took that as a sign and handed me a bottle of water. “ Snow?. Snow? You're pale. You should have some water. Snow?” The world spun and then everything went black. When I woke up I was in a hospital room with a nurse by my bed, taking vitals.