Light Of Christmas By Owl City Novels & Stories

I and Scott holds on to the switch and after everyone counted from one to three, we pressed it and the tree lighted up. Last Christmas by Taylor Swift is played through the house as everyone screams Merry Christmas. I pull Scott's had to dance with me when I see others dancing. "No fucking way I'm dancing!" He pouts. "You already got me to wear a red shirt and no way I'm doing two hideous things in a day" "Come on, Scott" I pinch his sides. "Nolan and I used to dance to this song" I say and his eyes suddenly widen, his head perking up.

Just returning. Chino turned off the tree lights. Slipped into bed beside Liam. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered. Liam pulled him close. “Merry Christmas, love.” Outside, snow kept falling—soft, endless. Inside, two men breathed together. Still breathing. Still glowing. And the glow felt like it could light forever.

A string of Christmas lights, warm and golden, traced the edges of the roof and wrapped gently around the porch railings, flickering faintly like fireflies in winter. The scent of salt clung to the crisp air, and somewhere in the distance, the waves whispered against the shore. Pines stood nearby, dusted with a silvery sheen, their branches swaying in the hush of the cold evening. Everything felt still, like the world had paused just for this moment. “Wow!” Was all Liam could utter. Luke's smile broadened as he stared at Liam's reaction. “Surprise! Do you like it?” Liam quickly turned to him, his eyes melting with emotion, “How did you even… Babe… how did you even do this? This is so beautif

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

Michael particularly liked the pony rides a local farmer had provided, and Melody was pretty sure he’d stay glued to the back of that horse all day long if Reid didn’t tempt him down with the promise of a trip to Delaney’s for a muffin. Once the sun started to drop below the horizon, the Christmas lights began to twinkle, and the crisp air had a note of magic in it. Melody had always thought Christmas Eve was the most magical night of the year. A light snow began to fall as she and Reid walked hand in hand—Michael grasping her other hand—toward the church so that he could get ready for the Christmas concert. He was skipping along, attempting to catch snowflakes on his tongue, bubbling over w

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

I stared at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree, the ornaments swaying gently from the draft sneaking through the old farmhouse windows. Snow blanketed the fields outside, turning the world into a silent white wonderland, but inside, the air felt heavy, charged with something I couldn't name.

"Dig in, Lyra. These are all your favorites." Dad quietly looked on. He lifted his wine glass and said softly to the empty seat, "Merry Christmas, Lyra." Ava and Jamie also joined in, saying, "Merry Christmas, Lyra." Outside, fireworks burst again, lighting the night sky. They were as bright and lively as last year, but this time, a member of the family was missing, and she was gone forever. That blizzard at the rest stop last Christmas had frozen an 18-year-old Omega she-wolf to death, and with her, the hearts of an entire family died, too.

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.