Fairy Tail Christmas Special Novels & Stories

I gasp as I'm picked up and swung around like a rag doll. "Put me down!" I squeal, completely appalled that someone would do such a thing. The second I'm placed on my feet, I swing around to run my mouth when I realise that I know this man. "Xander? I didn't know you were going to be here, hi!" I beam, quickly grabbing the large man and yanking him into a tight hug.1 Xander grunts at my strength, chuckling as he pats my back. "Hardin wants you to have a full Christmas." Xander tells me.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

the aproned and well clothed waiter asked me. “Baron Romiro,” I muttered. “Do you have something chewy and spicy?” “Fried turkey,” he replied. “Give me a serving and take one to my girl making her hair in the saloon—add soft drink for her.” He nodded, bowed and left. I just looked around, smiling in admiration. Edward, my childhood friend whom I ran into a couple of days ago invited me to the salon. He made a special reservation which I paid for—the whole place was for us alone tonight.

An average human without powers couldn’t possibly defeat a fox demon with powers. Right then, it suddenly started snowing through the ceiling. Xyla was stunned by what she saw. Snowflakes fell onto the ground one by one. In the end, they all turned into white fox fur… The scent of sandalwood in the air grew even stronger.

We dance. We tell stories—no magic details for the mortals, just the good parts. Remy and I sneak off to the ridge overlooking the springs. The moon is full. The crown hums soft. **Remy:** “Best Christmas yet?” **Celeste:** “Best everything yet.” He kisses me slow. The pack howls in the distance—joy, not warning. The system pings once, gentle: *Holiday Buff Extended: Pack Home Zone – All Stats +30% (Permanent in Calder Territory).*

The festive atmosphere in Uncle Chuck's shop added a special warmth, making it feel like a Christmas wonderland. With twinkling lights adorning the shop and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, Alicia couldn't help but feel a sense of joy despite the recent unsettling events. She knelt down at the little girl's eye level and asked, "Can't decide, dear? Let me help you." The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with innocence. "It's so hard. They all look delicious!" Alicia chuckled, understanding the difficulty of choosing from so many tempting foods. "How about a scoop of our special holiday flavor? Delicious peppermint with chocolate swirls. It's a favorite among our lit

I exclaimed in awe. “You deserve the best, Layla.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on my neck. Upon returning to the penthouse, a lavish feast awaited. Caviar, lobster, and champagne flowed. Larry, Rachel, and the team joined us, sharing laughter and stories. Alex presented me with a stunning diamond necklace. “Layla, you shine brighter than any star.” I blushed. “Alex, you're the one making this Christmas magical.” As night fell, fireworks exploded above the city.

She stares at each and everyone here that has been a part of her life while growing up. She might have felt like she has been forgotten by the fairy world for a while back then, but spending her time in the human world is something she would never trade even if she is a Princess in her own fairy realm. After dinner, everyone settle at the sofa and exchange gifts. They sip warm chocolate once more as each one shares their story about Christmas. Caspian and Bran enjoy listening to these stories of the holiday most especially about Santa and his elves. Later in the evening, the parents of Jo excuse themselves to leave but as usual, Jo stays behind.

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

“Yeah, but this one smelled like you.” She blinked once. “Okay, fine. I forgive the pea massacre.” As the sun began to dip lower and the fairy lights strung through the trees lit up in soft golden waves, the group gathered around Tora and Jax, who were seated at the center of a table piled with gifts. Cheyenne leaned over to Tora and whispered, “Alright, bets on how many dragon-themed outfits you're gonna get?” “Too late,” Tora muttered, gesturing to the gift pile. “I counted six ‘My First Flame’ onesies already.”