Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

The knight stood dazzling in the darkness, he had no eyes hence Axel could not see his face. Turning to his right, Axel saw a sword shimmering in blue flame, he quickly took it and took a defense stand. "If you lose, you are never getting out of her" the voice from earlier said and Luther's blue eyes was still showing. Their sword clanged in the air, Axel always taking a defense approach from the knight. The knights sword tore his leg and unfortunately he wasn't healing, he stared at his leg shocked, "Why wasn't he healing" he said.

Split the trees. Hit the mage mid-air and sent him flying twenty feet backwards—limp and unconscious before he even hit the trunk that cracked under the weight of his landing. The light was so blinding, a few knights stumbled. The thunder came a breath later—violent, loud, like the gods themselves had just clapped back. “Was that… her?” “She’s not even dressed properly—” “She’s in a nightgown, gods help us!” Their voices were tinged with awe. And maybe fear.

Three wolves in the corner choked at the same time. Marek stepped closer. “Aveline. Listen. Please. This is a mortal holiday craft. Not a High Realm frost ritual. Do not enchant anything else.” I blinked at him slowly. “Define enchant.” “No magic.” “Define no.” Lucian groaned. “We are doomed.” The giant Christmas tree stood in a corner, still wrapped in twine. It reached almost to the ceiling. A towering dark green mountain of pine needles and potential. Wolves gathered around it, eager to decorate.

Eleven people total, more manageable than Thanksgiving but still significant. Charlotte was vibrating with excitement. “Santa comes TONIGHT! After we sleep! Presents TOMORROW!” “Yes, but first you have to actually sleep. Santa doesn’t come until children are sleeping.” “I’ll sleep SO FAST! The fastest sleeping EVER!” James was equally excited but less articulate. “Santa! Santa coming! PRESENTS!” Dinner was lovely Catherine’s traditional Christmas Eve menu, everyone together, children behaving reasonably well given excitement levels. After dinner, Charlotte insisted on reading “The Night Before Christmas” to the whole group.

Outside the evening air felt colder than expected as the driver opened the car door for me. The ride home was quiet. My phone buzzed repeatedly with emails I ignored while the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. By the time we reached the Knight estate, the sky had already turned gold and dark blue. The mansion stood exactly the way it always did, large, perfect and empty. I stepped inside while the staff greeted me quietly. “Welcome home, Mr. Knight.” I loosened my tie slightly. Before I could continue walking, Xavier's voice suddenly stopped me from behind.

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt. “Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE. It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

She was trying to be all nice to him, make him happy, and then when she's gotten him where she wants him, she'll ask for the money. But for now she'll focus on pleasing him. They got dressed together after, Claudia humming softly as she slipped into her coat, Brandon watching her with a thoughtful expression. “You ready?” she asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.” The Snowbrook Christmas nativity was exactly what Brandon remembered. The beautiful nativity scene, an old tradition of younger children playing the birth story, this time it was different. There was no Melody, there was no Jamie and Cynthia, there was no giant bubblegum bubble competition between the four of them.

We go back inside. The fire crackles. The Court argues over who gets the last mici. Noah and Brittany fit like they’ve always belonged. Mom catches my eye across the room—proud, teary, smiling. The crown hums content. The system stays quiet. And for one perfect day… The storm queen gets to be just Celeste. Home. Loved. Whole. Beautiful things don’t always level up. Sometimes… They just get to be. Merry Christmas. **Pack Christmas**

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.