Weird Santa Claus Novels & Stories

There were signs that indicated to me where we were, Nancledra, although the fact that there seemed to be more humans about made me feel safer in general. We passed a few shopfronts, including some that looked like regular flower shops and bakeries. We didn’t stop until we reached a small cul de sac of homes. Corvu stops in front of an older man sitting on the steps that led up to the stone building behind him. There was no better way to describe him, he was Santa Claus with claws. Although, it would be a misinterpretation to call them claws, it was as if his actual fingers were long and pointed. He had to have at least two extra knuckles joining each finger. It was repulsive to look at alth

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

Mj whispered “is one of them Santa Claus?” Mara laughed and Mj could hear the commotion of people coming in through the backdoor. She couldn't help herself, her nerves were on edge so she continued to joke trying to take the edge off. “oh no I got it” Mj giggled, “one of your friends is the Easter Bunny and the other is a Chupacabra” she was really starting to enjoy herself now. “ No, no, wait I got it,” Mj giggled “all your friends are vicious man eating werebeasts and you're afraid im gonna judge you for having-” but before Mj could say another word Mara removed her hands and Mj blinked to clear the fog in her vision.

, he questioned a smile still on his lips, his eyes peeking at me making me feel stupid for asking such a question. " I'm sorry I asked such a question. I…", I find words stuck in my throat. He folds his arms, moving his head closer to my ear as he whispers. "I am a cultist. The leader of AZA CULT GROUP, one of the notorious cult gangs in this University" I felt as if a knife pierce through my skin as he moved back, his face now showing a sad feature. I tried to move my lips but they felt glued. He is joking right?", I can feel myself asking my inner mind.

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.

Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it. The old woman stares at me, her mouth slightly open. “What nonsense are you spouting?” "You heard me." I cross my arms, my gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd. I let the silence stretch before driving my point home. "Your mysterious ‘Santa’—the one who’s been providing for you all these years—is the very same Alpha you’re trying to cast out." A collective gasp ripples through the people. Shock. Disbelief. Their heads turn toward Elijah, eyes narrowing, some darting between him and the statue of Santa Claus, as if suddenly seeing the resemblance.

JAMAL'S POINT OF VIEW I rub my eyes to see if I’m seeing things, but the watch, money, and Santa's hat are still there, nicely placed on the seat. But to really be sure that the watch is mine, I turn it, and my eyes get even wider when I see my initials. J.J. Am I going crazy? But I know that I gave my watch and money to the homeless guy... but he was white... Santa was black... how?

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

“You have a grandmother?” “Yes, but back to santa. I do believe him, and he comes in the New Year with a female sidekick called the Snowmaiden,” Alexander told her. ‘But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me. I didn’t even know the festival existed until I went to live with my grandmother.”

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.