Snow White Age Novels & Stories

He said, and rushed to take his leave. Snow was sobbing softly after the healer left. I walked over to the window, and looked outside at my castle. The news of her pregnancy could be hidden for a few months, but it definitely could not be hidden forever. It would be only a matter of time before that vampire came back to claim his end of the deal. How could I tell Snow that she would have to give up the baby as soon as it was born? How could I tell her that I had known about the baby this whole time but I refused to say anything because I wasn't sure what to do about it?

“Did you just say your age?” Snow slowed Excalibur and turned in the saddle, her silver hair catching faint beams of light through the trees. “You didn’t think I was your age, did you?” she teased, a sly grin curling on her lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment. My tonics must be working wonders.” With that, she clicked her tongue, urging Excalibur ahead again. Carter and I hurried to catch up. “So… are you, like, a grandma or something?” Carter blurted.

Ithel thought about her question, "I suppose I have seen a human or two around the palace. Do not worry, as my wife you would never be subjected to menial labor." "About that, can I ask you some questions without offending you?" Aurora was hopeful. "Of course," Ithel gladly agreed. "You said I was young. Indeed I am not yet seventeen. How old are you?" "I am two hundred eleven." "And our difference in ages doesn't…bother you?" "Elves age differently. We remain small children for much longer. Even my younger sister Brinn may yet have some growing to do. If I were a human, I would be only twenty-one." Ithel explained.

“The last of the Zio kids. She's the youngest but somehow, the family is putting a lot of pressure on her to be the best.” “Yeah well, she falls asleep in the weirdest places. I started calling her Snow White a couple years ago and it just stuck.” “She’s pretty nice. A little quirky, but she’s smart, too. Just not Sky smart.” Emmett added. I laughed. “Yeah, but she’s pretty and soft and everything you could possibly want in a mate.” Waggling my eyebrows at Emmett, he just shoved me away. “What about the Williamson girl? She’s got some really good points.”

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.

I muttered in a weak tone and frown. “Aiyyaa~ Mother, you can do it! Fighting!” Snow White cheered for me. Her small chiming voice made my hopes get high up. I smiled and started composing myself. Alright. Let’s do it. I let out a deep breath and I rolled up the sleeves of my uniform. I also mimicked how they cast a spell using a hand gesture. I concentrated and put all of my energy on it.

After letters or texts he'll usually put SiR. Snezhinka: In Russian Snezhinka means Snowflake. She was a gift from Kingsley to Lyle. She is a werepolarbear aka werebear. She's around fifteen years old and has snow white hair that matches polar bear's fur. Her eyes are similar to the color of zircon. She cost 25 grand at an auction. She enjoys playing in the snow and sun. Her scent mixes with the smell of day time and vampires pick the scent up around her. Her nickname is Snow.

I asked again. “Um I think when she turned twenty-one maybe. I don’t think it’s a scar like everyone else does though. She’s special so I know it has to mean something else. We just haven’t figured it out yet.” She explained. “What do you mean special? And how old is she now?” I asked. I could tell Chrysalis smelled different from a normal alpha she-wolf but I couldn’t place it. “Twenty-seven.” She told me like I was getting on her nervers.

He was obedient, gentle, and far too intelligent. “You don’t want to sleep next to me?” she teased, feigning hurt as she placed a hand over her chest. “You wound me, Snow.” The wolf’s ears twitched slightly. Evelyn almost laughed at his human-like reaction. “Come on,” she insisted, patting the empty space beside her. “It’s just for tonight. I promise I don’t bite.” Snow White let out a breath—was that a sigh?—before finally relenting. He leapt onto the bed with effortless grace, settling beside her.

"Brum!" Snow looked down at her stomach and giggled before getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. "Rum!" "I know that you want food, stomach. But I need to clean up first before heading downstairs." She said as she stared at her face in the mirror. 'I can't believe that I am going to be eighteen and graduating next month. Oh well, at least September is going to be better than last month."' Snow mumbled then before picking up her toothbrush. A few minutes later, she was out of her bathroom and back in her room. It did not take her much effort to find clothes and get dressed. Feeling satisfied with her look, Snow headed to the dining room.