Ninjago Christmas Novels & Stories

"So we agree. We stay away from each other. Act like adults." "Absolutely." He was looking at my mouth now. "Very adult. Very appropriate." Neither of us moved. Neither looked away. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell. We jumped apart just as Sophie's head popped through the opening. "There you guys are! Sorry that took forever. Did you find the boxes?" "Yeah, got them," I said, voice only slightly unsteady. We carried the boxes downstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon decorating. Sophie put on Christmas music. Jason made hot chocolate. It was exactly what Christmas should feel like.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

While he had admitted his knowledge about Old Saint Nick, Jaxsen had decided, just before succumbing to sleep, that he’d hold on to the magic Santa had to offer. Nizhoni and Rose, both hearing Jaxsen’s excited yelps about Santa, stepped from their rooms smiling. They found Jaxsen in the living room standing in front of the lighted tree, mouth a gape at the sight of the mountain of colorfully wrapped gifts. “Wow,” he said, drawing out the word in amazement. He grinned at Sebastian who smiled back. “You wanna pass everything out again?” Suddenly he looked self-conscious, looking between the gifts and Sebastian, and shrugged. Sebastian frowned and knelt down in front of him.

Nicholas replied, a grin starting to fill his face. “You’re going back into town?” Luke asked confused. “But why?” “Because this, all of this, the snow, the Christmas lights, the mistletoe, the song on the radio, the engine dying for literally no reason—” Nicholas began to laugh and the happy sound radiated through his chest. “I think it can only mean one thing.” Scrambling, Nicholas reached into the backseat of the Jaguar, grabbing onto the stack of documents related to the sale of Christmas Wishes. He then folded the papers under his arm and he sprinted down the snowy street, headed in the opposite direction of the car.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

I threatened. He laughed. "Bring it on." He challenged. I looked back and smirked at Rebekah. She winked and I waggled my finger around in a circle. I watched as Elijah's hair froze into spikes. Sort of like Jack Frost from those Santa Claus movies with Tim Allen. I couldn't wait for christmas, it was going to be amazing, I found myself thinking.

Her little fingers traced circles on the cold glass. “Because he knocked on my window last year.” My entire skeleton froze. “What?” She nodded, hugging her reindeer tighter. “He asked me if I wanted a Christmas surprise. He said all I had to do was let him in.” “Tell me you didn’t.” “I didn’t… but he said he’d come back.” Oh, fantastic. Wonderful. Great. A cheerful holiday tradition of traumatizing children. I knelt down. “Ivy… you should’ve told someone.”

*Nelly POV* It seems the universe was already set to support the decision I was about to make. Jasper got an emergency call this morning, saying the company he works for wanted to send him on a trip to Nigeria for some emergency Christmas deals. Although I'm not entirely happy because ever since we started dating, we have never shared a Christmas season apart.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…