Novel & Cerita Reindeer Stories

If they do it would be against small animals like rabbits or squirrels. Oh well, it's not like I have never stepped in the forest. Been a while since I hunted on my own let's see if I am still at my top speed. I hold my nose in the air, trying to recognize any sent, the sweet smell of reindeer catches my attention, and run to the smell, my wounds have healed on their own so I can run quite alright now. Strange reindeers never come out here, they mostly stay up in the rocky snow-bound mountains. Whatever it's food, I don't care where it came from

Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed. Suddenly, he heard a noise from outside. He looked out of his window and saw his four reindeer standing patiently as usual. But they seemed quite out of breath as if they had just finished a long trip. And as Santa took a closer look, he could not believe what he saw. For behind the reindeer was a long train of sleds carrying little children dressed in all sorts of colors.

“It feels like a hidden treasure. We should definitely include this in our winter story.” Elara began sketching the scene, capturing the beauty of the pond surrounded by snow-laden trees. “This is perfect. We can weave a tale about a winter spirit who guards the hidden pond, watching over the forest.” Leo, ever the storyteller, chimed in. “What if the spirit grants wishes to those who visit the pond, but only if they come with pure hearts and intentions? It could be a story about kindness and the importance of caring for our environment.” As they brainstormed, Jace felt a surge of inspiration. “We could make it a quest! The characters need to prove their worth to the spirit by helping the an

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

It's like the garden that she went when she was a kid, together with her mom, in the country where she's from. The lights are very pretty that she can still remember them. It was Christmas that time and her father couldn't join them because of the business trip he needs to attend. Young Madison and her mother went to the Christmas village. There were pretty lights and small houses. Many children that's dressed like elves because the santa costume is for the adults. But she wanted to be a reindeer so she bought that one unlike the other children. She can still remember riding an actual reindeer with pretty lights on it's antler.

The small possibility that they really were so close and she couldn’t see or speak to them, made her miss everyone at Southern Mountains painfully. Lorenzo and Drew shifted back and got dressed once they reached the car, ready to return to the pack. “What’s the name of that fairy tale?” asked Drew. “The one with the girl and the red cape?” “Little Red Riding Hood?” replied Lorenzo, grinning as he caught on. “Yes! That’s the one,” he laughed. “Isn’t there a wolf in that one too?” “Yeah, the Big Bad Wolf,” chuckled Lorenzo. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh all week. How are you feeling now you’ve seen her?”

“They’re just the ones standing closest to the smoke.” “I know that too,” she said. “It doesn’t make it less infuriating when they act like my mother’s death was some glorious exchange rate.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Nightfang has our own version,” he said. “Stories about how we were strong when fear ruled, about how sacrifice kept the borders hard. They forget the bodies in the snow.” Rin looked at him. “Do they tell stories about you?” she asked. “The same way they do about me?”

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

I even let the kids call Xander father, so they won't ask why kids in my bedtime stories had fathers, but they didn't. Minutes later, I was in the bathtub, preparing the kids for bed, by scrubbing them gently. “Mom, it's snowing. Tell us a story.” Azella piped up, as she played with the bubbles. “A story about people building snowmen that eventually wake up, and chase them.” Azel suggested, and I laughed. “Why would you want to hear such? Let's hear stories about people sharing Christmas gifts. I wonder what father will bring for us this time.” She said, and let out an excited high-pitched giggle.