Christmas Ducktales Novels & Stories

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

“Do you know why you are here?” “What kind of question is that Herald?” Mr Duck stumbled in from the door and pretty much a bunch of other creatures; a hamster with a small sword, super-hot twins in a striped low cut crop shirt and a black flay skirt with high socks and boots. Their skin was pale, their pupils bright red and their perky breasts bounced with every movement. “Why, she’s going to slay the Clabawaka for us!” one of the twins exclaimed, her hands clasped together and eyes sparkling with hope.

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

The butterflies were swirling in my stomach and my thighs grew extremely warm. After we paid for our tickets, we decided to walk around to see what all there was. There were carnival games, photobooths, food stands, and rides. An enormous Christmas tree was decorated with finesse and precision with a gorgeous giant crystal encrusted star on the top. "What would you like to do first?" Blake asked me. I honestly couldn't decide. "How about we play some games?" I suggested. "I noticed a dart and balloon game I wouldn't mind trying." Blake looked pleased with my suggestion.

"...you cross Santa with a duck?" "I don't know..." we all chorus... "... What do you get if you cross Santa with a duck?" "A Christmas quacker." Larry's grimace deepens, then he huffs a laugh, screws up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. James grins. So does Richard. Charlotte offers her cracker to James. "We need to pull the rest of the crackers. You need a hat too." His grin dissolves. So does Richard's as Beth turns, bearing on him, with a 50mm calibre cracker.

Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.” I didn’t win anything. Across the room, Jace was still watching me. Not like a man looking at a houseguest. Not like a father checking on his daughter’s friend. More like…More like he saw the crack in me and wanted to put his hands there. No. Stop. Absolutely not. I straightened my spine, pretending I wasn’t dying inside, and told myself I was imagining it. I wasn’t. Because later, after Lena dragged my suitcase upstairs and left me with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like a warm hug, I headed downstairs to return the mug—

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

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.

“Juni and I are going to the store to pick out gifts this morning. Christmas is weeks away and everything will be sold out soon, so we have to go today.” She glances over at me, probably to check if I am onboard with the plan and I offer her a smile. “Of course you can go sweetheart.” Dante answers calmly. “And yes, what are you getting me this year?” She beams and Dante chuckles. “It's going to be a surprise just like you every year.” Adelaide groans. “Daddy gets me the best gifts. He bought me a car last time, I wonder if he can top that.” She says to me,

That little duck came home right away. One little duck went out one day. A home from my mom not far away. Mommy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away. I love you, Mom and Dad. Even if you don't like me.] My father's mind went blank. He reached for the paper with trembling hands, but the wind howled around him, and his strength failed. The page slipped from his grasp and vanished into the darkness above the sea. "My son's letter!" he cried.