Christmas Undertale Novels & Stories

"What did you get Chrissie? You know how picky she is." "Yeah, I do," he replied quietly, brushing some lint off the metallic paper and attempting to fix the damaged bow. Maybe he could figure out how to wrap it again. He couldn't give Chrissie a rumpled present. "So, are you going to show me, or do I have to guess?" He looked at Dena. "Only if you help me re-wrap it. I don't know how."

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

“What?!” Lilith burst into loud laughter immediately while Aldrich struggled not to smile. “No!” I cried out. “You're lying! I can't miss Christmas.” Aldrich finally laughed softly. “Relax, troublemaker. Christmas isn't over yet. We still have six hours before the day ends.” My expression brightened instantly as exitement bubbled inside me. “Oh thank Goddess!” I tried sitting up. “Then I need to dress up because I refuse to look like this during Christmas.”

Her chest pulsed in pain as she swallowed to conceal the clot in her throat. She lowered her gaze and grabbed the small cup from the table, taking a sip of liquor. Her mind was in trance but she trailed off her thoughts when she heard the name of 'cross squad sect'. She raised her head and looked at her uncle sitting on the throne. Her ears perked up as she carefully listened to his next sentence. "Yes, we must depart next month," Zale said and blossom slightly frowned. "He is finally getting wedded to his soulmate after all these years. We must go to his wedding." One of the masters let out.

“I want to see my groom.” “Your groom?” the man says, leaning forward towards me with a wicked grin. “Little Princess, that boy is not your groom. You came to the Underworld to compete for the honor of marrying Prince Orion, son of the God of Death.” He gives a mocking little bow. “It is a great honor to be a candidate in my master’s game.” “What?” I breathe, horrified and confused at once. “T-the Prince? A game!?” The man laughs at me, straightening from his bow. “I was quite clear, Princess – it’s not my fault if you didn’t listen closely. You have come to the Underworld to be wed –“

"The night's not over yet, Santa. I want my real present before we sleep." I chuckled low, my cock already twitching under the sheets despite the exhaustion. "Babe, we've been partying since noon. You sure you don't wanna save this for Christmas morning? Ho ho ho and all that." She pouted, but it was all fire, her hand diving straight under the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my thickening shaft with a firm, teasing squeeze. "Nah, this is Christmas Eve special delivery. You've been eyeing my ass all night under that mistletoe. Time to unwrap your naughty elf." She stroked me slow, thumb circling the head where pre-cum was already beading, her breath hot against my neck as she

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

Ethan picked up the toys that were scattered on the floor. He put those toys one by one onto the treasure box. As he picked up the last toy, he stumbled upon the Christmas gift, and he placed it back again where it should be. He stood up straight, touching the Christmas tree with his hands. It's that time of the year again, and every time this holiday comes, sadness seeps in. The nostalgic feeling always comes back because this is the time where he and Chad end things.

It would be easier to say no. Kyle whimpered when the music from his hanging toy stopped, but it was only for a while. When I pressed the remote control, switching it on, he returned his attention to the toys and listened intently to the music again. “Susan,” I sighed, facing her. “What else is there to talk about? I already agreed to marry Naomi,” I said irately. I gritted my teeth and then breathed out, realizing Susan was not my enemy here.

I smiled back. “Her name is Shera. She can assist you and give you anything you want,” Ira informed. A breath of disbelief escaped from me. “I doubt it. She doesn’t understand English.” “Oh, she does,” he corrected. “But not as fluent as me, the king, and Prince Jareth. I taught them the universal language on Earth, Nicolette, for future purposes.” My mouth formed into an O. Now that’s really convenient. Ira smirked and bent closer toward me.