Karma Akabane Christmas Novels & Stories

"I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?" I said nothing. I simply stood up and opened the door. "Leave. I want to take a nap." "How can you still sleep?" Aunt Marsha's face turned green. She had wasted the whole morning talking, only to get this result. I had had enough of their noise. "You're so kind. If you think they're pitiful, take them into your own homes. Stop bothering me. Next time, I won't open the door." With that, I grabbed them and pushed them out.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

“Honduras, child of ruin, Hear the echo of your name. I do not command— I follow.” The soft glow on the mapped snapped into a blinding white light. Rune screamed. “That's not right!” Akira said. His body arched as if struck by lightning, eyes rolling back as visions flooded him. “Someone do something, let's help him.” “Wait Akira, I think this is supposed to happen. It looks like it's all part of the spell” Kai said, calming her.

Jax said snapping back to reality “I promise not to go close to Eleanor again.” “No…” Kieran yelled. “Levrae is not going anywhere with you.” “Why?” Jax asked angrily. “Because she is now my girlfriend, so back off.” Kieran snapped. “Really…,”Jax smirked. “What about your wife…Jane Benson.” I looked at Karina expecting an answer from him “She...” Kieran stammered, “Levrae … I can explain.” I have a strange feeling that I had plotted myself into a game I didn’t fully understand. And I don't know what the rules were and who among us would win.

he said, kissing my temple. "Real," I replied, holding him close. Outside, snow buried the world, but here, warmth lingered. Ken wasn't just the doorman; he was the man who'd seen my exhaustion, shared his own pains, and now fit against me like he belonged. Christmas Eve, and for once, the holiday felt like a gift. As we drifted, he whispered, "Next shift, my place? No storm needed." I laughed softly. "Promise."

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

He has tears shining in his eyes as he leans forward to give me a tight hug. As we turn back to the crowd, Colby puts his hand at my waist and leads me through the crowd congratulating us and welcoming me as Luna to the Pack. As he touches my bare back, he leans back only now getting the full effect of the dress. I can feel his hand clench slightly behind my back as he lets me know he is loving the dress.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.