Hazbin Hotel Christmas Novels & Stories

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Hazel blew him a kiss and left the room. The couple set off to their respective destinations. Grace, seated beside Hazel in the car, gazed out of the window as snowflakes blanketed the landscape. Holiday decorations adorned the streets, growing more vibrant with each passing day. “I want to throw a surprise birthday party for Alex,” Hazel said suddenly. “His birthday’s on Christmas Day. I wanted to invite the governor, but with all the ongoing issues, they probably won’t leave their homes. It’ll just be us, but I still want to make it special.”

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

Elizabeth and Henry spent Christmas and New Year’s Eve with the family, all gathered in the manor. They celebrated traditional human holidays because of Anna, Elizabeth, and Sarah since the rest of them were of other species and religion altogether, but either way, sharing gifts and spending time together was a reason enough for all of them to participate.

We gathered around the Christmas tree, beautifully adorned with ornaments we had collected over the years, each one holding a memory, a story of our family’s journey. “Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad! Merry Christmas, Aunt Lory and Uncle Phoenix!” the quadruplets shouted in unison, their small voices brimming with excitement. “Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad! I love you! This is for you,” said Zebbie, her tiny hands extending the Christmas cards to us. Dark caught her gesture with a playful smile, while the sweetness of the moment softened the edges of our busy lives. “Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad. And to everyone,” Zuhair added, handing us stockings filled with treats. They were slightly heavy, b

I saw a wolf who had just cleared the board. Jeffrey had left the previous evening after a friend called to say he was in town. That left just the three of us. Again. Me. Chloe. And the man who had spent the last forty-eight hours systematically stripping away every layer of my resistance. *** "Come on, Maya! Stop looking so gloomy. It's Christmas Eve!" Chloe's voice snapped me out of my trance. She was sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug in front of the massive stone fireplace, holding a glass of champagne.

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.