Rudolph Santa Novels & Stories

"Tell me about yourself." Holly frowned stubbornly, but did as she was told. "Now," Santa began, reaching in a sack on his other side. "Your name's Holly?" The blonde nodded. "Such a pretty plant." he pulled out a sprig and offered it to her. "It's sharp." she pointed out. "True," Santa agreed. "What else?" Holly stared at him in confusion. "It's you." he tapped her nose softly while smiling, something about it feeling familiar. "I don't get it." Holly admitted.

Though I’d seen this place decorated every year of my life I could remember– except last year— this year felt especially magical. Over the man-made tunnel leading into the auditorium, beams of light flashed into the sky as if to say, “This is the epicenter of Christmas!” Out front, literal candy cane lanes guided people past decorations on the lawn. There was Santa’s sleigh–a real, antique sleigh–painted a pristine crimson and trimmed with gold. The intricate swirl designs on the hood were stunning. In a small fenced-in field were nine real reindeer, each with beautiful Nordic harnesses. Each of the reindeer’s harnesses depicted their names–Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donne

he said warmly as he stepped inside, snow melting slowly from the shoulders of his dark coat. His voice hit me like a physical blow. It was the same voice I had heard every night for the past year. “Merry Christmas!” my mother answered immediately, smiling as she moved toward him. My father grinned, pulling Patrick into a brief one-armed hug. “About time you got here.” His voice was smooth and familiar enough to make my stomach twist instantly. He was tall, with broad shoulders, filling the doorway with effortless presence. And those eyes. God. I recognized them instantly even before he smiled politely at my father.

“Have you gone mad? It’s night! And...” Judging by his face, some sort of thinking process was taking place beneath his golden curls. “How did you get here?” “I just came in.” “What about the guards? How did they let you in?” “They didn’t,” I said, shrugging. The dark snake coiled around my feet, snuggling up to me like a playful kitten, but Rudolph couldn’t see it. Was that strange? Not really. See, he had never truly been crowned. The babble in the temple doesn’t count. He wasn’t the king, just a usurper, and he couldn’t see much.

Mrs Willow never mixed business with family but when her stepson insisted she couldn't deny. Christmas was near...and as the city had snow everywhere it was a great time to cherish the Christmas spirit. People roamed around with their children and buying gifts for their loved ones. The decorated reindeers...fake and real were standstill in the streets. The fake Santa was waving the little kids...giving candies to them. At night, the decorated streets with Christmas lights enhanced the view. It was so perfect for Pidge...she was excited.

could escape my lips, Santa Claus flexed his whip before slashing it across my body. A scream tore off my throat, and I expected marks on my body as tears stung my eyes, but when I looked down at myself, I saw none and widened my eyes slightly in disbelief. The pain that seared through my bones was a confirmation that my body ought to be disfigured and bleeding now, but right now, my skin is still as flawless. Santa Claus must have seen the confusion in my eyes for he laughed, his voice echoing in the room as the Christmas song continued to play in the background.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

I suddenly started to laugh. I noticed Rudolph looking at me like I was crazy and sobered. "Now, you know the statue isn't just a real werewolf but has kids. How do you know that? How do you know his children would come here for him?" His lips turned downwards in a sneer. "Let me guess. You just know that." I sighed. "Yes."

Of course, knowing her, she would recover at once and start teasing him. "Are you sure? May I remind you that it's Christmas time and not April Fool's?" "Haha, very funny, Lena. But I'm not joking this time. This time, it's for real and for keeps." "Really now? What makes this one so special?" she answered with a challenging note to her tone. "You have very similar names, Roth is crazy over her scent, and she has kids." Suddenly, the line is filled with awkward silence. "V, she's human? And with her own children too?"

But slowly, almost reverently, he bent to her stomach and placed his hand above it, jumping a little as he felt the strong kick of the tiny alpha within. “He is strong.” He said to Aspen, his voice dipping low in awe. He was behaving differently and Aspen could not understand it, and it was beginning to freak her out. “If the alpha does not answer, then what are you going to do with us?” Rudolph asked, shattering Aspen's dreams of somehow escaping by using the pack leader's current fascination with her stomach, and she turned to glare daggers at Rudolph, but the leader only laughed. His braided long dirty blonde hair, long unkempt moustache and cunning blue eyes gave him the appearance of a