Christmas Yugioh Novels & Stories

"At Christmas, the magic kicked in for Noel and he spent three days trapped in an enchanted Christmas decoration with Shelby. Afterward, my dad sat down and explained some pertinent facts. Apparently, the magic wants to be passed on. If one of us hasn't found a mate by some random point in our lives, the stars align, or something, and Fate, for lack of a better word, takes a hand, trying to fix us up - apparently with the nearest available member of the opposite sex." "But Noel is the oldest," Theo pointed out. "And there are two others between you. Has anything like this happened to them?" She could envision his eyes rolling skeptically, even though her gaze was fixed on the muscles of his

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

says Yasuhiro while grabbing another cigarette and lighting it up. The cigarette starts to transform into another minigun and Yasuhiro continues to fire his rounds until the minigun he had at hand would overheat. The minigun overheats and he throws it away. He picks up the new minigun and continues to fire away. Meanwhile, Akihiko who was about to die thinks to himself-

"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.