Merry Christmas Godzilla Novels & Stories

Driven by their instincts, their bodies fitting perfectly together, almost merging completely, they now felt the climb… the peak… the soaring sensation… And as they climaxed with an intensity that they had never thought possible, their lips found that special spot on their necks and they allowed their wolves’ fangs to grow… Then they bit each other in unison. Electricity surged through their bodies, along with colorful sparks and bright lights starting to float around them. And as they plunged from their orgasm, place and time… sounds and vision… everything disappeared from their senses. Except for that singular special someone whom they have just marked… “Diwa… that was… by the goddess… I h

“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

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Its body was a shifting, fluid mass of liquid fire and grinding tectonic rock, completely devoid of eyes or a mouth. It didn't roar. It vibrated. A horrific, dissonant screech of grinding stone that ripped through the air, completely separate from the steady, rhythmic pulse of our tether. The people in the plaza screamed, a massive, localized wave of pure terror crashing into Valerius’s grid. I didn't step back. I unclasped my heavy black duster, letting it fall to the burning cobblestones. Elias, I transmitted, my psychic voice cold as ice as the Magma-Beast pulled its massive, molten torso out of the crater, rearing up thirty feet into the twilight sky. Tell Cord to forge weapons. Not tuni

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Both of us suddenly shy. "Merry Christmas," he said. "You already said that." "I'm saying it again. In private. Where I can actually mean it without everyone watching." "Merry Christmas, Derek." He reached over and took my hand, the same way he'd done a dozen times today in secret. But this time, we didn't have to let go. "Thank you for the bookmark," I said. "I meant what I said earlier. It's beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it was too much. Too presumptuous."

Hayley asked him, a frown on her face as she looked around to where Gerald has gestured. "Well, I'm just saying. The house looks great without it. Do we need those lousy decorations?" Gerald looked super gory when he said that. "Gerald?" I raised a brow in confusion. Did he seriously just call Christmas decorations, lousy? However, he didn't seem to care one bit about what he had said so dismissively. The same as Arthur. They were both Grinch’s and sadists…seems. "Well, I'm sorry..." He shrugged, showing no remorse. "But it's not a great idea to have Christmas decorations up now."