Cursed Santa Novels & Stories

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.

"David's hospital bills must be piling up, and you still went to such trouble! I feel bad accepting this." My polite refusal made her visibly anxious. She grabbed my hand firmly, her voice rising slightly. "Carrie! What are you saying? I'm his aunt. What's wrong with buying something for Nicholas?" At that moment, my husband, James Hamlin, abruptly joined the conversation, "Carrie, don't overthink it. It's a gift from Jess. Just take it." "Since your brother said so," I said, pretending to relent, "Thanks." As I accepted the bottle, I noticed a fleeting glance exchanged between Jess and my husband.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Alaric roared, punching his hand. Elliot grasped his shoulders and said, “That won’t help us in any way. If we kill her the curse would become permanent. The 0.01% chance that we have of freeing you from the curse will be lost too. Alaric exhaled deeply and nodded. “Any luck?” “Aunt Sue is working on it… there is one way but Aunt Sue doesn’t want me to tell you about it.” “Just spit it out, Elli.” “Ummm… you can request the Witch of Artemia to free you from the curse.”

she asked, her voice laced with desperation. Lucian nodded solemnly. "Yes, but the cure is not an easy one. We must find the source of this curse, the ancient artifact that has twisted these villagers into savage beasts. Only then can I break the curse and restore them to their human forms." Determined, Amelia and her companions listened intently as Lucian explained the challenge that lay ahead. They needed to venture deep into the heart of the forest, where a sacred grove guarded the artifact. It was a treacherous journey, fraught with danger and uncertainty.

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

Lucifer informed Satan of his suspicions, and they both decided to investigate his theory that their memories had been tampered with further. They needed to get close to Asmo, so they surprised everyone by joining in the song, "On the second day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, I don't remember! Only Asmo and Madeus can tell us what really happened!" Asmo, not discovering the secret code behind Lucifer and Satan's remix to his song, continued with them, "On the third day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, help setting up the Christmas tree! If I'm not helped before I touch the tree, we will bite the dust or be turned to ashes." Madeus had to join the song that was soon be

, I burst into an uncontrollably laughter. "Abused? Me? That accusation will cause you your life. So you are saying the coven which is the safest for me, is hurting me. My people protect me from you and every other supernatural out there. I am their sourde de San, the surviving heir to the Vahemir name, why hurt me? I am not ratting you out because I want us to call it a truce. You don't tell anyone of my eyes and I don't tell anyone you accused my people of abusing me", I pack my hair into a bun.

“That’s my own problem, and it has nothing to do with you.” The Blademaster of Mount Grinch looked at James resentfully. James tried to placate him. “I’m sure you’ve heard rumors that a fated one will appear in Sangria and lift the curse. I happen to be the fated one from the legends. I can lift the curse and undo the Cursed Seal on this planet. After I succeed, the curse on this planet will be gone, and there won’t be a limit on the lifespan of living beings here. You’ll be able to continue living.”