Slytherin Christmas Novels & Stories

As the afternoon sun mellowed into golden dusk, a small crowd gathered around a grand table covered in sweets, snacks, enchanted drinks, and a three-tier cake shaped like a tree with dragons and wolves curled together in fondant on top. “Okay, tiny terrors,” Chelsea called out. “It’s time to sing.” The entire pack, coven, court, and chosen circle joined in the chaotic chorus of “Happy Birthday”—some on key, some shouting off tempo, but all full of love. Liora clapped. Kael tried to eat the flame-shaped candle. And then there were gifts. So. Many. Gifts. “Tyler and I might’ve gone a little overboard,” Nalia confessed sheepishly as Kael opened a tiny enchanted sword that could only be wielded

Xander groaned internally for he was so close to taste her lips, he was dying to kiss those soft lips of hers. On noticing Scar wasn't ready yet, Kat asked, "Scar, hurry up babe. We gotta leave soon." Scarlett quickly nodded and went upstairs saying, "I'll get changed." Xander was confused by all this. Leave? Where were they leaving to? It's Christmas today and although he doesn't celebrate it usually but he wanted to today with his Triantáfyllo. He wanted to send the rest of the day with her So he asked her friend, "Where are you both going?"

“Ivy, you should absolutely turn Lex into a frog, we could have a frog race for Christmas.” Everyone smiled rolling their eyes at my brother. “Shit.” I said not meaning to think out loud. “What’s up Felix?” Lex said looking at me through the mirror. “Christmas is right around the corner and well I’m sure Star has never celebrated given her life. Can you maybe set something up for a small party with just all of us and gamma Ryker?” He smiled at me nodding his head. “No problem man, I’m sure my beautiful mate here can help as well.”

I decide not to respond to her calls infcat I took hold of my phone and switched it off. “God, I'm tired!” I cried out again my voice shivering. I just wished none of it were true.. “Here's my friend Tyler and That's Wilson!” Harry introduced his friends to me as we made it into the house on Christmas eve. I looked around and I could smell not alcohol but marijuana. But I ignored it, if they decided to be good boys for the day I could deal with that. “Harry is si lucky man look at you!” Tyler twirled me around in royal style, which let me giggle.

Draco is commonly known as the Dark Lord, but he’s actually the Higher Power of Evil. “Silas has a point. Paxton is the first hybrid amongst the supernatural creatures,” Draco commented. Lucia sighed. “So, where do we even begin searching for answers when it comes to him?” “I don’t think it would be wise to go asking the witches about it. We would have to hold our own investigation,” I suggested before there was smoke around us. We coughed until it cleared up to reveal a beautiful Caucasian woman with long black hair and green eyes. “Silas Keller?” she spoke up.

The frost garden had transformed overnight into a living labyrinth of glowing ice hedges and shimmering crystal arches, part of the manor’s ever-shifting solstice festivities. Lanterns floated like fireflies, casting multicolored light across the snow while distant laughter and music drifted from the main grounds where guests enjoyed sleigh rides and storytelling around crackling bonfires. The Festival of Eternal Flames — a grand night of torchlit processions, fire-dancing rituals, and glowing ember offerings to the winter spirits — was still hours away, but the manor had opened the enchanted maze early for those seeking “private wonders” before the main celebrations began.

“Perhaps you should drink some of this too. It might fix your personality.” One of the kitchen apprentices snorted so loudly he dropped a spoon. Marek stared at me, torn between irritation and something desperate. I drank more of the warm perfectness, sighing happily. “Is this hot chocolate spell part of Christmas?” “It is not a spell,” Marek said. “But yes. People drink it around Christmas.” “Then Christmas has one redeeming quality.” He stared at me with a look I could not decipher. I wiped chocolate from my mouth and smiled at him. “Have some. You need it. You truly look like you have never enjoyed anything in your life.”

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

Charlie just smiles, “Well, we’re already packed. And snow does sound good. A white Christmas would be a change from England’s grey one.” Eliza sighs, “I trust us to look after them, don’t worry. If two Royal Vampires, three Witches, a Gargoyle, a Shapeshifter and a Phoenix can’t keep them safe, their mother sure as hell will. We’re coming, we’ll come back with you after you’ve done the necessaries here.” Eliza sighs and nods, then narrows her eyes with a hint of a smirk,

Draco roars, sending his lighting everywhere. “On second thought. You look really powerful. Perhaps you can teach me,” Xylon suggests. I would laugh if this was not a matter of life and death. “Can you make the lightnings rainbow or into shapes and stuff?” he asks. “Oh, I know! Can you make it into Christmas shapes like Santa and Rudolf on a slay? The thunder could sound like a carol.” Now Draco is fuming while our Lycan king shakes his head. “And I thought Xena was the crazy one. It is all of you,” he links, but this is funny. Draco is so angry, it is taking everything in me not to laugh.