Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Book Novelas e Histórias

“He always will.” The black one raised a hand. And the clearing changed. The sky dimmed. The trees groaned. The world went wrong. > Then you will face what we gave you. Not in dreams. Not in fragments. In full. The arch split open. And something walked through. The wolf. But not his. Not the one that shared his blood. The first. Older than packs. Older than words. Its fur shimmered like molten gold and void. Its breath turned grass to ash.

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

Rudolf exclaims, smiling. "Say hello to your dear Daddy and give him space among you as you listen to our bedtime stories," Rhoda instructed her children excitedly. As Rudolf approached the bed, he kneeled down on the floor with a red-brown spotted yellow carpet and wrapped his arms around all of his children as tightly as he could. He extended his arms towards Rhoda but his arms were still too short to touch her.

“ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head . I had been in the royal liberty where they keep all the old books for a while when someone clears their throat behind me .

How did I end up naked and injured, buried by the snow, and saved by Marsai on the same day the Hunter got crowned alpha? The answer was something I sincerely dreaded because I already pieced it up in my head. But denial, denial gave me faith to wait and see if I would come across a different path. My heart was way too dark to feel sympathy or anything else for this...person, this ‘me’ I watched Rudolph tap his leg rapidly. His hands staged on the top of his thigh as he kept tapping the floor base of the carriage. "Will you stop such annoying habits for Pete's sake!" I exclaimed because the sole of his boots created an awful rhythm with the base of the carriage.

The path was covered entirely by snow and I was worried that someone would find my footprints. And my scent. I looked ahead of me. There it was. The Baronveil Alps. Soaring so high and mighty to the heavens above. The home to the notorious and feared Weres. To scumbags who took away and wiped out every village closest to these woods. "Hungry bastards." I grit my teeth and leaped to the trees. I guess leaving those footprints would be a good idea to taunt them. To tell them, that I, Red Riding Hood, is coming for their souls.

There would soon be presents and cookies. There was every reason to be happy and content. But, all she could think about was Nathan. So, she sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank rum. It was her annual place to sit on Christmas Eve. Holly and Mark had already watched the old Claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Now they would exchange books as was their tradition.

And biting my lip, I turn away while I get my smile under control. That's what all the knitting was about... Dead-pan, James regards the Christmas themed pullover dangling from his fingers. In fact, it is a particularly fine example of the type. A knitted Rudolph head looks out from the chest. His red nose is a stitched-on, glittery plastic bead. I shift, angling to get a better view... Is Rudolph cross-eyed? Yup... Michael meanwhile, is holding another similar parcel. And now that I look, I can see more on the heap of the same kind. Mitch's eyes crinkle as they meet mine.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

I looked at Caroline standing guard over all of us with the same fierce devotion she once reserved only for battle. Finally, I looked at Desmond. The man who had never stopped choosing me. Then I looked at our son. Fred. The newest chapter of our family's story. A gentle smile spread across my face. Outside, evening slowly began settling across the city. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the room. The night before Christmas, my life had become a nightmare. But because of love, courage and the family we built together, I survived that darkness. Now I found myself surrounded by the people I loved, and who loved me in return.