Weird Santa Claus Novels & Stories

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

He let out a startled eep. “Motherfucker!” I shouted, running for the Santa-eating zombies. “What the fuck!” I swung my machete hard, turning one zombie into two bite-sized pieces, but I was too damn late. The other bit into the side of the Santa’s leg, ripping a giant hole out of it. The hiss of escaping air and the zombie’s moans blended together, and the Santa dented, tilted, and deflated, his face morphing from a Christmas grin into a weird, distorted grimace.

It was a little odd, saying goodbye to my family but feeling like I was still with my family because I was with Ben and going back to my family because I love my packmates so much. On the way home, I rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes growing heavy. He kept the truck pointed straight on the icy road, the snow falling down around us. As I was about to drift off, I wondered why, if mages and werewolves are real, Santa Claus couldn’t be, too, and whether it was a trick of my own magic, a hallucination, or something else, I swear I saw a flash of red and silver cross the moon and heard the tinkling of jingle bells.

He immediately received a slap on the arm from Haniel because of that. Ride flashed a smile. He still looked a little weak, but just like before, he talked to them as if things that happened didn’t happen. "Why are you guys here—?" "You should really keep going. My Aunt is here and we aren't really entertaining visitors right now, may it be obnoxious visitors, or some sort," Sane cut off, lightly pushing Claus away. "You should really stop that, Sane, y'know," said Claus. "Stop what?"

Starlight grabbed her arm, following Meghan’s gaze. “Oh… God…” she said before bursting into laughter. Something about a man in an ugly Christmas sweater was funny. But seeing two really manly men in ugly sweaters was beyond hilarious. “Ugly Christmas sweater competition,” James explained. His navy-blue sweater sported two of the scariest elves Starlight had ever seen. Their huge yellow button eyes, arched brows, and creepy grins were certain to give kids nightmares. The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture.

We all get off the bus except for Scott and Blake. "Who are you?" A man asks, walking over to stand in front of the others. "I'm Prince Joel, and we're here to eliminate your pack. We understand you have been buying and selling pups from the Silver Moon pack." The man smirks as he looks around. He lets out a long, low whistle, and mangy wolves come from every direction.

The parade wasn’t long. After a few more floats, some horses, a couple of clowns, and some classic cars, Santa was spotted coming around the corner. Lorelei and Anson giggled and shouted, jumping up and down. All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes.

"Mama, look! Santa Claus is angry!" I laughed when Thalia pointed out the man dressed as Santa Claus and sitting on his big sleigh while taking pictures with the children. The person behind the santa costume looks so tired that he is scolding the children while they're taking pictures with him. "Baby, do you want to take a picture with Santa Claus?" She shook her head. "I don't want." "But why?" "He's mean!" she laughingly said, and then pulled me towards the corner of the chocolates shelves. "Mama! Buy me this one, please!"