Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

'' Hey i have an idea , we can celebrate Christmas here along with us '' Noir suggested . '' Hey good idea '' said Celia . '' NOt a bad idea i guess '' said Adam . '' But i don't feel like celebrating '' Arthur said '' there's no one in my family now no dear ones '' . '' Who said you don't have a family ?aren't we your family ?'' Noir asked . '' But '' Arthur paused '' i don't want to cause any trouble for you i am already causing trouble for you all '' . '' It's not a bother at all '' Adam replied . '' We will be happy to celebrate human christmas '' Celia said . '' Yes we would be very much happy to , bu we have a problem '' Noir commented .

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

I looked at the wall clock, and she was right. Lory and I both stood up and walked toward the kids, while Dark carried Cally over to join us. Phoenix adjusted his camera for a family photoshoot, already wearing his Christmas hat. I noticed Zebbie holding handmade Christmas cards, while Athena was carefully unboxing her Christmas cookies. Zeus simply observed Athena, his attention fixed on her every move, while Zephyr moved closer to his father’s side. “Christmas here in the Philippines really is special,” Lory said softly, a smile spreading across her face.

“This was a good idea, coming here for the holiday.” “It was,” I agree, resting my head against his shoulder. “We needed this.” We stand there in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our drinks and watching the snow fall. The moment feels right—quiet and intimate, illuminated by the soft glow of the fire and the twinkling lights from the tree. The perfect sort of moment to finally break the news. “I have something for you,” I say, pulling away slightly. “An early Solstice gift.” Arthur raises an eyebrow. “I thought we agreed to wait until morning.”

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

He offered his hand. I ignored it and continued lying like a corpse. He sighed. “Aveline.” “This holiday hates me,” I said into the floorboards. “It does not.” “It does. I can feel it.” He sat beside me on the ground. His shoulder brushed mine. Warmth radiated from him, grounding me. The chaos around us hummed with pine scented disaster. Marek looked at me for a long moment before speaking again. “Christmas is not about garlands or trees or decorations.”

"I'd rather drown in a pool of my own spit than see my mother, but-" "But... it's Christmas." Marc walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her from the side before kissing the top of her head. "We're not staying long, but we want to see everyone." He turned his attention to Kari. "We'll probably be with Momma on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning."

**Pack Christmas** December 25, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning is slow and perfect. Smoked mici for breakfast, coffee strong enough to resurrect the dead, presents under the tree that Mom definitely overdid. Noah and Brittany stayed the night—crashed on the couch after too many stories and too much zacuscă. The Court fits into the house like they’ve always belonged. Then my phone rings. Louisiana area code. I step onto the porch, Remy right behind me.

“I know. I felt bad about it later. I contacted them and gave the driver a three-month membership for free.” “That was nice of you, Ari.” “It’s the least I could do.” “Christmas is two days away. Will you be joining the Vanderbilts?” “No.” “Are you spending Christmas with Pierce?” Jesse curiously asked. “No.” “Please tell me you’re not spending Christmas alone.” “I’m not spending Christmas alone.” “Okay? Who are you spending Christmas with? Why are you being so cryptic?” “She’s spending Christmas with me. We’re gonna hop on the jet and head south of the border for some much-needed fun in the sun,” Harry announced, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, causing Jesse to balk in disbelief.