Fairy Tail Christmas Special Novels & Stories

I put up with a LOT of shit with Clay as my human. The silver lining is that I have Tinkerbell and her human Xenia around. Not that Clay makes a habit of dressing me up like this. That doesn’t mean I like being in this getup. I don’t care that it’s a special day. I don’t understand what is happening, but it must be special. Clay and Xenia have been planning this gathering for what felt like forever. And all the people they like most are here. Which means all our pups are here.

“What will happen next for them?” “A happily ever after,” Merryweather replied. “A happily ever after.” “That is the best kind of magic,” Flora said with a smile. “A happily ever after with Christmas. It doesn't get better than that.” Merryweather had to agree.

“Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?” “Yeah, maybe Santa’s still working on it.” Molly couldn’t help but smile at Liam’s innocent belief. Of course, she knew that the chances of any of her Christmas wishes coming true were long gone. Nicholas Kerstman had not only sold the rights to the shop, but he’d also left town for good, which seemed to ruin both of her Christmas wishes in one fell swoop.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

the angry Fairy said. "It was the destiny and the highest supreme being who put us all back to being conscious again. Tss. Now, answer my question this time. Why are you so obsessed with us?" asks Amaya. As always, she's still the stronger nine-tailed fox alive. Fairy laughed, together with Florante. Fairy snaps her finger and dark smoke appeared in front of them. Now, you can never do that again to them as I hold both of my power as a human and as a deity.

Just then, I received a call from Gregory. "Hey buddy what's up" he said. "Hey Greg. Good morning and merry Christmas" "Merry Christmas buddy, how is Samantha and Lana" he said. "All good. Samantha is helping Lana get ready for the party" "Ok, don't worry Freddie everything is going to be alright" he said. "I hope so, thanks. Greetings to Betty and the kids". "Sure, see you soon". "And you too" I said, cutting the call. "Hopefully, all will go well" I muttered.

“I have a request for you, the only human who is an ally of the fairies. Please help me!” Ping! A new notification appeared in Zen’s vision that was not reflected in the party quest log. === Unique Quest: Fairy Queen’s Tears Description: Recover the Fairy Queen’s kidnapped children from Baron Claude Reward: Repaired Fairy Ring, [Pacifist] title, Fairy Ring Accessory (unique) ===

Ate Willow asked as she ate some food. “Ate Ori and I don't know,” Yune replied. “Ma'am just told us to make decorations. Maybe soon.” “Is that so. How about the gift giving this time? Draw lots again?” Ate Willow's questions. “Yeah. We have to draw lots,” Iris said. “So we can buy a gift already.” Oh right. Of course we also have a Christmas Party here in the café and like what happens at Christmas Parties at school, it seems the same to us but in case we have games, of course us beasts are the ones playing because we can use our tails. Just for simple fun.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

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.