Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

The air was cold but pleasant, with the smell of burning wood from the indoor fireplace and the distant sound of children’s laughter. Zion pulled me onto his lap, burying his face in my neck. "Merry Christmas, my queen," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. Luka kissed my hand, his heterochromatic eyes shining in the glow of the Christmas lights. "Merry Christmas. After everything… kidnappings, escapes, shootings, betrayals… we’re here. Alive. Together." Elias, standing behind me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his large, warm body completely enveloping me.

His voice dropped lower like he was telling me a secret that could break the world. “They knew, Aria. Your parents knew you went out with me on Christmas night.” My breath froze. He stepped closer, his eyes burning with quiet anger. “That is why they worked with Ryan. That is why they wanted you scared today. That attack wasn’t random. It was punishment.” “Punishment?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Yes.” His jaw tightened. “You stepped out of line. You did something they could not control. And this”, he gestured toward the bushes where the beaten man lay, “was their way to remind you who holds the strings.”

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

Rocking on her toes, she whispered, “Merry Christmas, I guess.” “One more day, but yeah…” I dumped the sweater somewhere and lifted her. Her legs wound around my waist. I tugged her hair out of its knot, and she smiled sheepishly. Her smile elicited one from me. I palmed her cheek and murmured against her jaw, “Merry Christmas, love.” Her arms slid down my back, and her fingertips dug into my skin. I shouldn’t have worn a shirt. “Do werewolves celebrate Christmas and maybe other holidays?”

He told me so I grabbed the back of the horse and Elijah started to run the winter horse slowly. I can feel the cold on my face now because the cold air meets me. But I picked it up and looked around. Everything is white and seems lifeless. We entered a thicket of pine trees. This is what white Christmas means. Christmas is just a few days away. I feel like I won't be able to spend Christmas with Elijah. Christmas is ten days from now. But I hope they can return before the new year. "It's like I'm in Breaking Dawn," I remembered the show Breaking Dawn, where Jacob was running Reneesmé away from the Volturi. It was like this, the pine trees and the snow.

Alaric asked flatly. “It was festive,” Alex defended. “It was fragile,” Denise corrected. Zendaya raised her phone. “For documentation purposes.” “Delete it,” Alaric said immediately. “No,” she replied just as quickly. I stepped into the middle of the room and picked up a piece of torn wrapping paper. “It’s Christmas,” I announced. “No one is getting arrested.” Malik grinned. “She understands me.” “I didn’t say that.” Ava came down the hallway carrying more gift boxes. “Are we opening the rest or are the toddlers in timeout?”

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

His chest rose once, then again, slower the second time, and his throat tightened as he finally looked at Asher, his eyes were already shining. Asher turned to him, the tension in his shoulders easing as a smile curved across his face, soft and unmistakably tender. “This is your Christmas gift, sweetheart,” he said, his voice steady even as emotion flickered behind his eyes. Caleb stared at him, stunned, his lips parting without sound before tears welled and spilled over. He shook his head once, as if refusing to believe it, then let out a breath that broke into a quiet laugh edged with disbelief. “Darling,” he whispered, his voice thick as he reached for him.

she grumbles as she lies down on the catamaran. "No, I really don't know." "Yes, you do," she repeats. Everyone comes out of the water and finds them arguing. "You already told us that you begged me many times," Arya says to Ayden, who doesn't know what she's getting at. "Guys, it's Christmas Eve today, and tomorrow is Christmas," she declares after listening to them for a while. "Perfect!" Cathy says. "Then we'll see each other at dinner."