Slytherin Christmas Novels & Stories

It had simply grown, the way things grow when you leave enough room. "What's the intention?" Theo asked. Jamie turned to me, her expression fierce and warm at the same time. "That Christmas is happening in this house. Regardless of elder councils or winter gatherings or whatever the wolf world has planned for the twenty-fourth." She fixed me with a look that brooked no argument. "Christmas. Is. Happening." I stared at the tree. At the library corner with its lamp and its worn armchair and the bookshelves holding a century of Hawthorne history. At my mother's photograph on the windowsill, still watching over all of it.

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

Sarah The next morning, the mansion was already alive with noise, music, and the soft glow of Christmas lights. Every wall was lined with warm golden garlands, fake snow drifted from hidden vents on the ceiling, and the entire place felt like one magical holiday movie scene—except the kind that hides secrets, tension, and eyes that watched too closely. Students filled the ballroom, drinking, laughing, and taking pictures in front of a massive Christmas tree adorned with red ribbons and glass ornaments. The DJ played loud pop songs, and the smell of vanilla candles mixed with expensive perfumes.

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.

“I’ll marry you.” Whooping in joy, Sly rises to his feet and swings me around. Laughing, for a moment everything else falls away. The stresses waiting for us beyond this room are nothing compared to the strength of his love flowing between us along the bond, my own witch energy moving through us as well, so powerfully that Sly’s skin seems to glow. Sly is glowing. How? “Sylvester,” I pull away, “Stop. Put me down. You’re…” The door to the shop slams with so much force that I can hear the sound of the door frame rattling. Clicking heels and a strong booming voice break our moment of peace.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

"So we agree. We stay away from each other. Act like adults." "Absolutely." He was looking at my mouth now. "Very adult. Very appropriate." Neither of us moved. Neither looked away. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell. We jumped apart just as Sophie's head popped through the opening. "There you guys are! Sorry that took forever. Did you find the boxes?" "Yeah, got them," I said, voice only slightly unsteady. We carried the boxes downstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon decorating. Sophie put on Christmas music. Jason made hot chocolate. It was exactly what Christmas should feel like.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Then, I’ll crush all the humans. Ellie the Elephant: [Let me stomp on them too, Dad!] Chuck the Seal: [Christmas means lots of humans! If we riot at that time, we can kill so many of them!] Kingsley the Monkey: [Hose Guy deserves to die. The new girl probably sucks, too. I’ll throw a rock at her head to see how she likes it!] I blinked in shock and instinctively looked around. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a rock the size of an egg flew past my ear, missing by inches. My knees almost gave out.