Christmas Undertale Novels & Stories

in a hushed tone. A tree branch gave a quick cracking sound behind her. She turned swiftly, her claws nearly emerging once more, but the voice that came to her was steady and relaxed. “You survived.” A man stepped out from the trees, tall and draped in dark fur. His scent was unusual, neither completely wolf nor fully human. His presence made her wolf uneasy, caught between growling and submitting. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely a murmur. “Someone who understands what it’s like to be hunted for a bloodline you didn’t choose.” He bent down low, his eyes giving a short flash of light like embers beneath his hood. “They call me Rael.”

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

he said, spreading his hands over the air like he was displaying something magnificent. “Big?” I said flatly. “That’s all you got?” He shrugged. Then after a moment he said, “Maybe it’s too on the nose, but what about Frosty the Snowman?” I chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re wanting to follow the rules. I thought you were going to say rabbit or turtle dove.” “Twelve days of Christmas!” he yelled excitedly. “Only if we want to be disqualified for not having an actual snowman,” I said, looking him right in the eye.

“Alright, what about exchanging gifts? So, you let me give you a present in exchange for the Roadster. What do you say?” V’s right eyebrow immediately shot up. “I’d accept a handkerchief from you just so you accept my Christmas present, princess.” “Well, what I’ll offer you is a little more exciting than just a handkerchief, V.” “Ok, let’s hear it.” Siel whispered into V’s ear, and the Alpha’s face showed shock, amazement, and delight all at the same time. “Are you SURE, Elena? That can’t possibly… I mean, coming from you…”

I will start a new life, she thought as she smiled. They finally got to the northern pack and the van stopped in front of the alpha’s house. They opened the van and took her out to meet the alpha. As soon as she entered the alpha’s house a scent hit her, it was a mixture of rain and cedar and her wolf purred. “No, this can’t be happening again! No please no, not now. Moon goddess please.” Nadina said with trembling lips. “Axel what is going on? Why are you suddenly so restless,” Killian asked his wolf.

Bastian thought it had been one of the others enemies. Rolling her eyes, she asked him to stop. “Please, please, tell me what you want with all of this and I’ll see if it’s possible.” She cut him off. “The plan is easy, Camilla.” “I’ve told you countless times that I don’t want to be called ‘Camilla’. Camilla lives in the stupid of Cameron. I’m Cameron. Cameron is me!” “Okay, okay, don’t piss off.” Bastian laughed. “I just wanted to tell you that the merchandise is going to travel in these little and elegant chocolates that people in love give to each other.” Bastian said, making fun of those who felt real love.

" Beside her, Udal was glowering too. While the young woman snorted and looked away, Caleb was completely confused. What the hell is going on here? He started to ponder to himself—the middle-aged couple were clearly married. Still, they weren't upset by Hwata's outburst, with Handa then turning to Caleb, and then back to Udal. "Right, Udal—I heard you brought a kid to take the executor exams? Haha! And from the boonies that are the eastern lands? Are there even any potentials to be found there?" Then, turning to Caleb, he grinned. "Kid, word of advice: Go home, right now. Don't wet yourself when the time comes, or you'll die from embarrassment. Hahaha!"

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

It's a soft kiss but one that is promising her that nothing ends tonight. This is the beginning of something new. "Merry Christmas Ghost." 'Merry Christmas babe." END OF VOLUME FOUR

Feeling tired of my mother’s silly responses, I can't help but to roll my eyes. "Ma, I'm serious." "I'm serious too!" she replied in a serious tone but laughed again. "Seriously, Ma? Who gives medicine as a gift?" "Anyone. But mostly pharmacists. Your cousin often gives me a box of Paracetamol every Christmas and- Huh! Of course, a new calendar," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. I almost kind of agree to it that I had to shake my head to stop myself from nodding with it.