Evangelion Christmas Novels & Stories

"Santa came!" Taren swung her into his arms. "He sure did! Want to go find out what he brought?" Abby nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around her father's neck. They walked over to the tree and Evelyn followed. But when he set her on her feet, she ran over to her grandmother and gave her a big hug. "Merry Christmas, grandma!" Evelyn stroked her hair. "Merry Christmas, darlin'." Then she bent down to her level and took her hands. "Now. Why don't you see what Santa brought?"

"So, you're saying the magic isn't necessarily related to Christmas per say, but the season as a whole?" Again, he shrugged. "Maybe. Christmas, Yule, Chanukah, Saturnalia - haven't you ever noticed that almost every culture has some kind of celebration at this time of year? No matter what you call it, it's a time with a pretty deep resonance in the human psyche. In fact, today is the actual solstice, which is the even older holiday. Could be we got zapped here today because this is the most magical day of the year."

“Okay, so he hates Christmas...” Molly tapped her fingers on the edge of her kitchen sink, nodding in time with an upbeat rendition of Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. “Wait. Does he hate Christmas? Or does he just not understand Christmas?” Molly asked herself out loud while she finished drying off her final dish. The idea tickled her brain. “Wait, wait, wait. I’m getting something...” Molly suddenly dashed back towards her bedroom, scrambling for her phone. She scrolled through its screen until she pulled up an article she’d been reading last night before bed:

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

A dozen now stood below as the long-dead Madame Xuo whispered from the past, Strong as stone— A dozen waited in the rain, finding their forms. Cannot falter— Remembering her. Cannot fail— Remembering themselves. “We should talk.” Evangelical’s voice sounded strange. Distant. As if she was standing on the other side of a large door. A locked door that had no key. It is forever— “No,” she said. On Eidolon, their eyes wild, their teeth bared in bloodstained snarls, they gathered together and drew near.