Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

I was excited to finally see Ark, until I bumped into someone. But it wasn’t Zayne this time. A grumpy-looking woman glared at me like I had dirt on my face. She strangely sniffed the air. “Why can’t I sense who you are? Tell me, are you from this pack?” “No, ma. I’m Emily’s best friend. I’m here for the Christmas holiday.” That came out too fast. Damn. I meant to blend in. Would she know I’m human since they don’t celebrate Christmas? The woman stepped closer with a mean expression. I felt my blood drain.

Frank. "Yes, Emily. I know," Mr. Frank replied with a half-reluctant tone. "No trouble tonight. It's Christmas Eve," Mrs. Emily emphasized, giving a serious look. Meanwhile, on the other side of the church, Mrs. Miriam also gave a similar warning to her husband, Mr. Carlos. "Carlos, this is a special night. Don't make trouble, okay?" Mrs. Miriam said softly, but with a warning tone. "Relax, Miriam. I promised, didn't I?" Mr. Carlos replied while glancing at Mr. Frank who was standing in the distance.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

She looks at me questioningly first, then starts to dig in when I give her an approving nod. While Tamara opens her presents happily, I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down on the sofa next to Atwood. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives me a little squeeze. “I’m sorry it had to be on Christmas,” he says to me through our mindlink. “It’s alright,” I respond. “I just hope that they don’t try to do anything horrible later on.”

She was on the phone with Aria on a Wednesday morning in the second week of December, reporting on the rose hedge dispute with the compound's head gardener, which had escalated from disagreement into a grudging mutual respect that Rosa described with the satisfaction of a general recounting a hard-won campaign, when she said, with perfect casualness: I assume we are all together for Christmas. Aria paused. That has not been discussed, she said carefully. Then discuss it, Rosa said. I am not spending Christmas in this perfectly nice compound without my granddaughter and the child who draws me with such flattering accuracy. Felix agrees. You have spoken to Felix about this? He is twenty metres

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.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

With everything going on, Ari hated to spend time thinking of Christmas, but the holiday was less than a week away and everyone needed the reprieve from the drama. Grayson, especially. And since she couldn't do much to help in the investigations, Ari made it her mission to create a wonderful Christmas for everyone. In a way, she felt that it was crazy to think about celebrating a holiday now, but she refused to give in to fear. It would also be hers and Grayson's first Christmas together, and she wanted to make it a good one. And if she hadn't learned anything else from her sister's illness, it was that you had to live in the moment, because no one knows what the future holds, or how much ti

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"