Christmas Undertale Novels & Stories

Anything that enters your home can't be the real Santa. The message confused me. What did that mean? NocturneNotes: I need you to run a test. Tonight, at exactly midnight, hang a small gift box on your Christmas tree. Inside the box, put one gingerbread man cookie. Any brand will do. Then hide and watch. Remember, exactly at midnight. Not a minute sooner, not a minute later. NocturneNotes: If I'm right, you'll need to act fast. His words sent a shiver down my spine.

He chuckled, amused by my words. "Right, sorry continue." ---- I didn't think much of it at first, it looked like something made in ancient Greece for a powerful warlord, but it also radiated this weird feeling like it had been made from the dead. I was still inspecting the thing when I received a text from Mr X. He said what I had in my hand was Hades helm of invisibility. Hades is the Greek ruler of the underworld, in case you don't know. But, back to the main story.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

Alex was still staring at his screen, Lucas’s unanswered chat burning into his eyes, when his phone buzzed with an unknown number. For a split second, his chest tightened painfully. Please, don’t let it be Mac Hunter. He thought within himself. Swallowing hard, he answered, forcing his voice to stay steady. “Hello?” A low chuckle came through the line, slow, amused, unsettling. “Hey, honey.” Alex’s grip on the phone tightened instantly. “I have someone you might be interested in saving his life here with me.”

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

Alex (1029) I was taking too much of her blood but it tasted exactly like the way she smelled, cantaloupe and a mixture of honey, I wonder how she got to tasting so sweet? I drew back and licked at the cut so it would heal faster than just leaving it open and she wouldn't bleed to death.

He said in a defeated tone. "Also not to forget the wedding rituals are starting from day after tomorrow." He said. I went towards him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Are you forgetting I am smart too?" I said mischeviously and he just chuckled. "We'll do it!" I said rubbing his back. "Are you sure?" He asked holding me tighter. "We have to! And if we by chance we couldn't destroy the videos then we'll just kill him so that shruti doesn't get married to him. How does that sound?" I asked him playfully to lift up his mood.

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

He’d asked her to help with the tree, and she would find a way to push her own grown up problems aside and give him an afternoon of tree decorating to remember. Once they got started, it was easier to push the awkwardness of both her conversation with Michael and the relaying of the information to Reid aside and concentrate on having fun. Michael requested Christmas music, and even though Reid was hesitant at first, somehow picking up on Melody’s preferences, she insisted that he turn some on so that Michael could decorate his tree with full effect. So Reid had found a kids’ Christmas station on Pandora and refrains of “Frosty the Snowman” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” filled the room