Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

Christmas decorations are everywhere, garland and lights and a massive tree. Everyone turns to look at me. I’m still wearing last night’s clothes, my makeup is smeared, and my hair is a disaster. The crowd parts slowly, and I can see through to the main hall where a bonding arch is set up with white flowers and red ribbons and Christmas greenery. Nick is standing under the arch in a tuxedo, looking devastating and perfect and completely unreachable. Jessica is next to him in a white dress. The pack elder stands between them. “We gather this Christmas morning to witness the bonding of Alpha Nicholas Blackwood and Jessica Winters…”

I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first. “The goddess be praised! They're back!” A woman announces as soon as she catches sight of Jaxon carrying me into the compound. I'm a little surprised to see the pack is camped outside, eating from bowls and all merry under the dark sky. The tree is still shining with the lights Cassie and I decorated it with, the star on top glowing brighter than the dull crescent moon above. It's not a full moon anymore. That means it's a new day. That means it's Christmas!

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

They pulled away immediately, like they had been electrocuted, and faced me. Clara’s face was drained of color as her eyes met mine, while Sawyer’s eyes went wide in panic. “Aurora?” he breathed. The gift bag slipped from my hand, hitting the ground with a soft thud, and the bracelets spilled out, rolling across the tiled floor and landing at Sawyer’s feet. For a moment, no one moved, no one breathed, then Sawyer reached for me like he had a right. “Aurora, baby…” I stepped back. “Don’t!” I yelled. “Don’t you dare come near me! We’ve been together for five years, and this is what I get on Christmas Eve?”

This was it. I slowly got out of his truck, hoping to prologue the inventible. Knox went around to grab my bags as Olivia slid out of the backseat. I gave her a small smile and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you for coming with me. I'm so happy you came." I hugged her tightly as she did the same to me. "Thank you for the best christmas." Before we pulled away I whispered one last thing. "Thank you for answering the ad. You've given me more than you know."

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

The coat makes his tall frame look bulky. His presence feels heavy in the room, almost consuming. Being a celestial wolf, not many people’s auras affect me. Apart from the dark aura of Elijah and the bright aura of Carlisle, Rowan’s aura seems to have a strong impact on me. But it's strange how it's very different from both of them. He gauges everyone’s reaction in the room and as if it makes him pleased, the corner of his lips curls in a smirk. “Merry Christmas, wolves. Or should I say it's not merry?” he says in a sarcastic tone.

He knew they’d both remember this evening for a long time, and once he realized that Melody was standing next to him now, he knew it would be a night he would never forget. For the next thirty minutes, they stood together on the edge of the sidewalk watching streams of floats, another marching band, cars, horses, and all sorts of Christmas characters come by. Whenever anyone threw candy, Michael instinctively dove for it, even though after he pocketed a few pieces, Reid made sure he gave the rest to the other children around them. When a gingerbread house float complete with faux gumdrops and white icing came by, Michael laughed with glee. But nothing compared to his expression at the very e

Duke pulled her to him and I was about to stood up when he pointed his gun on me. “Bro are you okay there?” Luis asked on my earpiece, “Vincent already had a clear shot on him.” “Don't shoot yet he has Christmas.” “And what are you trying to say? That you will be more happier to him?!” he asked angrily. “Yes, and you are worst than hell!” Christmas kneeled his main part that made him groaned in pain. “Now!” I yelled and forcefully run towards to Christmas. Bang! Bang!

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.