Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer Original Book Novels & Stories

he shouted back once he finally calmed down and opened his eyes to begin the cooking. While tossing and turning the garlic with the sizzling butter on the hot pan, Sean recalled back to what brought the elf king to his house in the first place. Flashback to last night "I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf," said Oswin, looking all high and mighty as he announced his identity. "Who did you say you are?" Sean asked, shocked to hear such a sentence. He lived in California for almost two decades, but never once had he ever heard such nonsense.

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.

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

I grunted. After hours of research, I was about to give up and turn in for the night when something caught my eye. A small blue-black book peeped from the corner behind the other book on the shelf. It looked a little older than the other books. I slipped it out and opened the first page. The first three words I saw were “THE RAVEN WOLVES.” My wolf and I howled for joy because we had been searching for hours for this tiny book. I opened the next page and started reading through it.

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

With another snort I (Rudolph) launched at him vigorously, and this time he didn't relent and hold back rather he lunged towards me. And in no time we begun a duel, smacking and biting at each other with every opening he got. James was a strong wolf, but not compared with the strength that Rudolph had as he was already old and his strength was no match with mine. I and Rudolph took him on, as I smacked him aggressively at his face with my furs, making him lose sight of me. I jumped on him Like an animal who'd overpowered his opponent, and got my fangs on him.

The sound drifts through the room, faint at first, then closer. “Ho ho ho.” The sound came again, louder this time—right outside my window. My eyes snap open, and I sit up, staring out the window. Outside, flying through the dark sky, a reindeer—no, a whole team of them—soars past, their hooves striking nothing yet leaving trails of sparkling light behind. They pull a sleigh, and at the reins sits a figure in red and white. He looks exactly like— “Santa?” I mutter, squinting to see him clearly.

Your interest's been caught by the alluring sticky web of curiosity. You don't think twice before snapping your finger on its hem and flipping it open. There's a picture of a man there dressed up in a dashing red. It's almost like a Royal outfit, but you don't know. Starting from his neck to his perfectly shined shoes. His structure's visible for whoever reads this kind of thing, But his face. There's a big question mark taking over and hiding away his pixeled features. Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)