Fairy Tail Christmas Novels & Stories

-00- Aciel really never expected that the festival in the town square would be so full and crowded like this. Even Christmas is still fifteen days away, but everyone seems to be impatient to welcome Christmas and ask Santa for gifts. Aciel, who was holding Ciara in his right hand and his left hand holding the handle of the stroller, felt quite confused with his own idea which did not go according to plan. He thought that people would not crowd this festival other than on weekends.

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.

Kate's POV It's three weeks till Christmas and I'm off to buy decorations. We'll be releasing new Christmas clothing tomorrow and there'll be a cocktail party too. Stella and Carla were in charge of tomorrow's event. That is why, I'm off to buy my own Christmas decorations. Ding. Zara: hey! How r u? It's almost xmas! Me: u know, buying xmas deco. How bout you? U heard abt our party tom? We're finally releasing our xmas clothing.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

“Sometimes people evolve. Sometimes they’re chosen. Sometimes…” She glances at Milo. “…they’re born knowing too much.” Milo presses closer to me. Lucien steps slightly in front of us, the blue light pulsing harder. “Noelle, move. Don’t make this uglier.” “But ugly is fun,” she giggles. “Besides, she needs to hear the rules.” My throat tightens. “Rules?” “Oh, Elora.” Her voice turns soft. “You’re leaving me out of the Christmas spirit. This is tradition.”

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

I mirrored his stance, flanking our queen, presenting a united front despite our incomplete number. Ava's voice carried clearly through the winter air, strong and steady as she welcomed everyone to the festival. "Citizens of the kingdom, friends and family, wolves and Lycans alike—welcome to our annual Christmas celebration." The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause, their joy a palpable force even in the bitter cold. I watched their faces, noting the hope that bloomed there despite the difficulties of recent months. This festival meant something to them—a respite from hardship, a reminder that some traditions endured even in the face of unprecedented challenges.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.