Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Old Novels & Stories

I heard the sound of someone suck in a breath, the direction pointing towards Aunt Aurelia. Father's fingers stilled above the dark wood, the temperature dropping lower now. “The…Sage?” Father said the words slowly, the corner of his lips firming. My lips parted, eyes drifting between Father and Rhain. It was a terrible idea, the Sage was rumored to be the oldest wolven, his mind having left him in his old age. He was nothing more than a husk that had air going through it. “It is the only way.” Rhain insisted when Father discarded the idea.

Penny quickly followed the instructions. Rudolf looked embarrassed and said, “I've let Mr. Henderson down again. Getting old really does mean I can't keep up like I used to.” He himself couldn't remember how many times he had taken the Restoration Pill in front of Woody. That was so embarrassing! Woody waved his hand dismissively and said, "Don't talk like that. You're still in good health and living to a ripe old age is certainly no problem for you. Mr. Schubert Senior, you can sit in the back and rest for a while. I'll drive."

Pulling me into him tightly, his red hair drapes over one of my shoulders as he plants a kiss behind my ear, and his very erect groin into my backside. “Good Morning, Sweetling,” he purrs into my ear. “You weren’t in bed when I woke up. I missed you. “I wanted to make some gingerbread,” I point to the rack next to the stove. “For solstice.” “Oh, I see,” he moves my hair to the side as he makes a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. “A worthy cause.” “I’ve invited the boys over as well, I hope you don’t mind. I thought we might celebrate a good old-fashioned yule”

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.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

Roth's laughter was full of mirth, I'd like to see you try. "Is that a challenge, wolf?" Yes, it is. +++ Meanwhile, in another part of the city… “I can’t believe a simple oil change for my car is priced this high! It’s just a Prius for goodness sakes. Can’t you guys give me a discount? It’s almost Christmas, after all…”

Out of the Group Building, just got in the car. Two tender white hands stretched out in front of Rudolf's eyes, "Grandpa, Phone Watch!" Rudolf lightly clapped both of his hands. He snorted and laughed, "Two little brats, do you think that grandpa is your father who doesn't know how to behave? I told him ten blind dates, but he never showed his face! Grandpa is a man of his word! Grandfather will definitely buy what he promised you!"

Wyatt sat on a bar chair, dressed in one of Aunt Sally's old aprons, trays of cookies in front of him and based on the flour on the sleeves of his shirt, he'd helped make cut-out sugar cookies. Now he was decorating. Wyatt held in his hand a medium-sized pastry bag filled with what looked like brown frosting; a reindeer cookie placed in front of him. "Ms. Marie, should I make him all brown and then a red nose? I think this one looks like Rudolph." "Wyatt, sweetie, you can make it any color you want. Do you ever see blue reindeer, or white, or green, red?" "Nope, only brown, but sometimes they have yellow spots."

The pale skin, visible bone, and the smell of rotting flesh. A fly buzzing past my left ear got me out of my head, only to realize that Rudolph has been trying to get my attention. “Rudolph…what is it? Don't you have an assignment to take on?” My impatience is evident. “Yes, Milord. I just assumed that our course of journey was going to change because of-” Rudolph's expression changed into that of nervousness. I frowned even deeper, coming closer to him.

he glanced down as if he were checking something. “Oh, I don’t think so,” Serendipity replied, “Unless it’s some sort of magic. That is, they fly with full antlers in December, and everyone knows that male reindeer lose their antlers in November. And these reindeer have such enormous antlers. I would say they are just about to lose them in the spring, after they have their babies. Isn’t that right?” The reindeer seemed to agree with her, and Serendipity continued to pet them on their heads, noses, and ears, causing them to lose their statuesque qualities almost immediately and become quite playful.