Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

Jana's desk was across the aisle - she was responsible for tracking product shipments while Shelby coordinated accounts receivable. Shelby nodded. "None of us want to go, but Mr. Holiday, Senior, still insists we show up, tug our forelocks and get presented with a new set of livery." "That's it, I'm cutting you off from historical romance novels," Jana said with a laugh. "Although, god, that's just about what it feels like sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if they'd just hand us the bonus check and kick us out the door early?" "Face it, girlfriend." Shelby wrinkled her nose. "We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas p

Nicholas replied, a grin starting to fill his face. “You’re going back into town?” Luke asked confused. “But why?” “Because this, all of this, the snow, the Christmas lights, the mistletoe, the song on the radio, the engine dying for literally no reason—” Nicholas began to laugh and the happy sound radiated through his chest. “I think it can only mean one thing.” Scrambling, Nicholas reached into the backseat of the Jaguar, grabbing onto the stack of documents related to the sale of Christmas Wishes. He then folded the papers under his arm and he sprinted down the snowy street, headed in the opposite direction of the car.

Lachesis giggles, “Well, it looks like Damon found the female version of himself.” Ana laughs, “I could've told everyone that.” Misha lightly smacks Ana on the shoulder, “Hey, I'm not that bad.” Ana laughs harder, “You so are!” “Well go, we will see you again at the wedding,” Lachesis says. Misha snaps, “There isn't going to be a wedding!” Lachesis shrugs, “As you wish.” Then she winks at me. Oh, there'll be a wedding. I just have to convince Misha to marry me on Christmas. We say farewell and Misha ports us back to their house. Misha turns to me, “Now let's talk!”

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

Today, at least for a few hours, felt like a day of peace. By the time I made it downstairs, the smell of fresh pine filled the air, mingling with the scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls greeted me. The armies of BlueHounds and WillowCreek had arrived very early in the morning with their Alphas and Lunas—Archer and Shae and Jordan and Lia, and now had settled in. In fact, Shae, Lia, Rose, Cora and even Catalina have gathered in the sitting room, fumbling through the huge box of Christmas decorations while drinking coffee and eating cinnamon rolls. “Ivy!” Shae jumped in to give me a hug. “Merry Christmas!”

Jasmine loved Christmas so much. She and Hermon used to decorate the Christmas tree at home each year. They would walk through the busy streets on Christmas Day, taking in the joy of everyone around them. However, those beloved Christmas customs had diminished since Jasmine and Thorne relocated overseas. She had actually given up on Christmas completely. She was making an effort to move on. Jasmine was, after all, her daughter, whom she had reared for so many years after carrying for nine months. Now, as she stood in the middle of the thronging masses, memories came flooding back, evoking feelings she had previously dismissed.

Xavier's POV (…a Christmas present) Xavier's life had taken a turn for good, ever since the secret deal with his foster mom. It was another winter season and the holidays had begun. Xavier had celebrated his tenth birthday the previous month and got a restock of his wardrobe from Rita. “Pack up your things everyone and get ready. We are going on a vacation, in two days time” Mr Anderson had announced on Christmas Eve. “Where are we going?“ Isabella asked, after embracing her father as he stepped inside.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

Today is the night of December 24, it's Christmas as well as New Year's Eve, so Brawen only goes to class to clean up a bit. To be honest, Vampires celebrating Christmas is definitely the funniest thing in the world. Because Vampires have always considered themselves to be the perfect super being (which is true), they embrace atheism. But because Vampire's lifespan is too long, so if they don't show entertainment, they will probably get bored to the point of getting sick, so on occasions like these they also organize happy meals like humans. Brawen slowly took her bag to leave, on cold nights like this she is really lazy to exercise. Suddenly remembering the previous winters with Owen was so

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.