Christmas Undertale Novels & Stories

Three hundred and sixty-five days of being edged by a fantasy I couldn’t reach. The jolt of the tyres grinding onto gravel snapped me back to reality. The packhouse loomed ahead nothing grand, but sturdy, disciplined. As I stepped out, the night air hit me, cool and heavy with pine and earth. My boots crunched against the gravel… and then A scent. Faint, yet unmistakable. Watermelon soap. Lavender. And pine. Sweet but grounding, calming in a way that made my wolf stir, restless beneath my skin. Calm. A feeling I never allowed myself to feel.

CORA After the argument on the training field, I didn't want to look at Liam or anyone else in this fortress. I just wanted to find somewhere to hide and cry out all the frustration that was making my chest feel like it was going to burst. I held my tears back with everything I had, keeping my head down as I ducked into the lower reaches of the castle. I found the entrance to the underground space, and I didn't hesitate before slipping through the hidden exit that led outside the walls.

Alpha Xander replied nonchalantly as he still kept eyeing me suspiciously. "Whatever this is, its coming from you. " Alpha Xander announced and I couldn't help but sigh. How possible is that? Is he trying to tell me that I am now disbursing wolf's bane from my body. "I'm now a disbursement machine of disbursing wolf's bane, huh?." I asked in a confused voice. "Alpha Ansel, you're on the Exorcist period. " He said and i lowered my head. How the hell does everyone know about this exorcist thing? why an

Elise yelled out of the blue. The wolf was about to launch on the unconscious princess when Elise unexpectedly charmed him with her wand which she just found lying under the small bed where Viansel was laid. The charm caused the werewolf to transform into its non-wolf form. Elise’s eyes widen in realization as she recognized who the werewolf was. His identity frightened her so much that she could not even utter his name.

I loved it ,it was perfect! "Are you sure ,that you're not a professional tattooist? " ,i asked him. "Hummm..haha! " "Haha..what now ..Untamed Love..wha..what does that mean? I mean, why Untamed Love, and not something like , Her First Tattoo, or First One ?" Dylan smiled and tapped the side of the bed, for me to lie next to him. I lied next to him and looked straight into his eyes. " Won't you answer my question?"

I finished my patrol early, and we texted and planned for our next date. Sitting with nothing to do in my room,I decided to sketch her. I got so caught thinking about her that I made so many sketches of her, there was her smiling, her dancing, and I almost drew her naked until I snapped out of it. I stared down at a box that I had purchased a year ago. It was a ring,I thought to find my mate sooner and give it to her. I held my breath as I opened the box. It was a stone, the same color as her eyes. 'You should go find her and give it to her now!' Fang roared at me.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

I gave the signal. It was time. Lucas nodded subtly and disappeared behind the velvet curtain. The Master of Ceremonies announced, “Now, for a special presentation, a journey into the love story of our Alpha and his Luna.” The projector flickered to life. A soft instrumental began to play. The screen lit up. But what played was not what anyone expected. A grainy, yet perfectly audible video clip began. It was clearly shot inside the castle. The entire hall went silent as Elsa’s face filled the screen.