Black Sabbath Christmas Jumper Novels & Stories

“There are no nights off. Be thankful that I can come home at all.” Salem did not even take Christmas off. During the previous year, the holiday had gone virtually unnoticed due to all the chaos and confusion of the Nightfall. But by December 1877, things had—in their own awkward way—settled down enough for London to embrace the old holiday traditions. The Church of Black Heaven maintained that lilitu and vampires were holy immortals, not demons, and as such we were encouraged to celebrate the birth of Christ. It was the perfect way to pat ourselves on the back for earning God’s favor and being blessed with immortality.

This is going to be a long Christmas break. Diane and Mark were shocked this morning when Kaleb came down the stairs. I don't know what made him come up, but it made Lily and her parents happy. Kaleb took every chance he got to look in my direction and annoy me for the rest of the day. He looks just as good fully dressed as he does shirtless. He was dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie with some sort of logo on it. He had a chain hanging down on the side of his jeans and he had rings on his fingers. He looked so hot, like a bad boy biker. I could've just devoured him right there.

"Glad we settled that." "So enough about me, what exactly are we going to Nashville for?" Bianca gave an excited grin. "I found the perfect Christmas gift for Jagger last night online and the shop is holding it for me. You know how his guitar has seen better days? Well, this shop has one that's gorgeous. It's matte black, acoustic, and I'm hoping to get the Heaven Hill logo painted on it. That's what I'm going to ask them about today, and then have it shipped home. I figured after that you and I could go do a little shopping on our own."

She grabs my arm and leads me over to a bunch of tables covered in Christmas decorations. “We need a deciding vote.” Sam adds and refers my attention to a selection of tree toppers on a nearby table. I examine them one by one; there’s an angel in an elf suit that looks like an American pin-up girl, a very drunk Santa pouring something out of a hip flask into a mug labeled ‘cocoa’, and a male merman dressed as a police officer taking off his shirt. No doubt Vanessa just glued a Santa hat on that last one. “Pick.” “These are all equally ridiculous.” I say flatly.

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.