Holy Night Glee Novels & Stories

Soft low music plays as we make our way up the isle; Kol behind me with his parents and up to the alter we go. We reach the alter all too soon, and I find myself singing along to the soft song as I fiddle with my cuff links. "I wish I could keep you all of my life The way that I feel for you inside This is my moment This is my perfect moment with you This is my moment This is my perfect moment With you, with you.." How true are those lyrics? This is the moment; my moment; our moment. Kat, Kol and I forever. God I sound gay!

In the back row, Filbert, Hugo, Abner, and Pablo, other teenagers from Bibury Village, tried to hold back laughter when they saw Abner mispronounce the lyrics of the song. "Abner, it's not holy fish, but holy night!" Hugo whispered, holding back laughter. "Ah, I'm too hungry to focus," Abner replied while holding his stomach, making his friends even more amused. Christmas Eve at St. Mary's Church was still filled with warmth, even though snow was falling softly outside. The congregation that came filled every row of benches, bringing joy in their hearts. Candles burned along the church aisle, creating a peaceful and solemn atmosphere.

“Oh, holy night... the stars are brightly shining... It is the night of the dear Savior's birth...” Nicholas expected to hear Liam’s singing in response, but instead it was Molly’s voice that soon intertwined with his own. She was horribly off-key, but her sheer amount of enthusiasm that made even her sour notes feel sweet. “Long lay the world in sin and error pining... till He appeared and the soul felt its worth...” Nicholas and Molly continued on with the song, turning the pre-chorus into an impromptu duet. “A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices... for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn...”

Maybe it’s just a compilation of all my denied emotions, but I don’t pull away this time. Connor and I dance through the night, and to my surprise, I enjoy it. At one point, Maleah sings with Hunter. Followed by Jade and Gideon, who have a half-way decent voice. Most of the guys aren’t as good, but it’s cute how they will do anything for the women they love. Even Santana and Declan sing together.

“Kailee Blackstone.” She grinned, tossing a wink toward her younger brothers, who waved wildly from their seats. Her parents looked like they were holding back tears. Kailee’s rite was beautiful—soft gold light swelling around her as the High Priestess touched her brow with crescent-blessed moon water. A perfect, warm glow. Zayden clapped so loudly Elora nudged him, and Kailee returned with a bright, proud grin. Then— “Gregory Forstfang.” The hall erupted. Cheers, whistles, even some stamping of feet. Gregory moved with quiet grace, bowing slightly to the High Priestess. When she performed the rite, the glow around him was sharp and brilliant—a spear of white light that lit the dais.

Clarise lamented. "Come on and hurry up!" Leon suggested as he walked to the stage and held the drumsticks. Soon they started playing Counting Stars by OneRepublic. Hannah began the song in a sultry tone far from her speaking voice. Hannah: ~Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be~ Zane: ~But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard....~ The patrons start standing up and dancing gleefully.

The moon was a giant, glowing eye in the sky, watching my humiliation. I stood in the front row, right where I was supposed to be. My father stood behind me, his hand heavy on my shoulder. He thought I was shaking with excitement. He had no idea I was vibrating with the force of my own shattered heart. Kael walked onto the stage. He looked regal. He looked like a lie. "Tonight, we welcome the new bonds," the Priest shouted. The light began to descend. It was a physical weight, a column of silver fire that searched for our souls.

I didn't see the message until I woke up the next morning. The sender was NocturneNotes. No profile picture, and their profile page was almost completely blank. NocturneNotes: Your sister isn't lying. That thing is dangerous. My heart immediately started pounding. I replied instantly: Do you know what it is? Please tell me! A few minutes later, a reply came. NocturneNotes: The real Santa Claus doesn't bring gifts. Anything that enters your home can't be the real Santa.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

~When you push deeper, I go crazy for that sh*t.~ Arcane POV: The night unfolded in a whirlwind of lights, laughter, and pulsing music. The venue was a sprawling mansion, bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, casting a dreamlike aura over the gathering. It was clear that our junior had spared no expense in ensuring that this party would be talked about for weeks to come.