Christmas Ducktales Novels & Stories

“Do you want to take the new one? I hear he’s quite fast.” Again, Corey’s face wrinkled in astonishment. “What? No, I’m in no hurry. Besides, that one is just a baby. He doesn’t even have a name yet.” “He’s old enough…” Mr. Waddlebug threw out in his own defense. “Just use Dunder and Blixem--like last time--and all of the times before that, please,” Corey replied sharply. “All right,” Mr. Waddlebug responded as he turned to walk away. “But you know what St. Nicholas said, that you should get your own team if you’re going to be flying back and forth so often….”

came his lame lie. Mr James wasn't having that. "I'm not deaf neither am I blind, Mr Henderson. I saw her doodling." He faced me. "So, what do you have to say? What excuse do you want to give for doodling on your parchment?" San gave me a blank look and Tessa opened her mouth to say something but the look Mr James gave her silenced her.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

The kids all cheered and ran to gather around the jolly old man. That’s when Holly noticed that Santa didn’t have the right red velvet bag. Instead, he had several dark red bags. Six of them. He settled himself in the large comfortable chair by the Christmas tree, ready to give out his gifts. “Where’s Jake?” Santa asked, pulling out a present from one of the bags. “Here!” Jake called, coming in from the back. Jake was one of Holly’s students and had a deep love of dogs. Unfortunately, he was also very allergic.

Chase gave the order and Quinn, Hannah, and Hamish ran toward Edward and Otis. As for Chase, he went straight for Douglas. He wanted to find out what exactly about Douglas that bothered him so much. Could it be just as he guessed and Douglas also possessed the blood of the true dragon? The look in Douglas' eyes turned dark as he watched Otis, who was protecting him, forced away by the enemy. Douglas came to a decision and went straight toward Chase. He did not evade or hide from the attack. Douglas tore up his shirt and revealed a vivid tattoo of a white tiger on his chest.

“I suggest we go behind the tent when all these charades are over and ask this imposter some questions” *** They snuck behind the tent when most of the crowd had dispersed. “There’s no one here”, she whispered. Dragomir’s eyes trained on the darkness in front of him, “It’s dark and empty…” his voice was barely above a whisper. “Where is…”, his hand clamped over her mouth and he pulled her behind him. He was in a crouching position watching ahead of him. A man was in the shadows, he patted the dragon on the back and remove the gold cloak that was draped over its back and just then, the dragon morphed into a large elephant.