Nightmare Before Xmas Hill Novels & Stories

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt. “Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE. It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes.

Moments later, The frantic bustle of the armory faded into a low hum as the pack prepared for the jump. In the quiet observatory at the highest point of the castle, the air was cold, smelling of rain and ancient stone. Xander stood by the narrow window, his silhouette framed by the encroaching fog of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Below, the valley was a sea of shimmering, artificial lights, but from this height, he could see the "Hush" manifest as a physical haze—a grey, static-filled veil that was slowly swallowing the world.

**Chapter 82 – Mortal Christmas** ** December 24, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning smells like smoked mici, fresh mămăligă, and pine needles. No rifts. No bosses. Just quiet. I wake up in my childhood bedroom—Remy sprawled beside me, one arm over my waist, braids tickling my shoulder. The crown is quiet, spinning slow and content. The system is silent too—no pings, no alerts.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

He’s standing behind me with an empty syringe in his hand and an expression on his face that I can’t read through the haze clouding my vision. He doesn’t explain. All he does is watch me fall. The world tilts sideways and I see Harrison crawling toward the edge of the cliff, dragging himself through the snow with his one remaining arm, leaving a thick trail of blood behind him like some grotesque snail. He reaches the edge and looks back at me one last time, and that fucking smile is still on his ruined face even as his life pumps out onto the frozen ground. Then he rolls himself over and disappears into the darkness below.

my jaw clenches harder, breath roughens, pupils dilat And by the time I read the last line Give me him this Christmas, Santa… just one night to be touched by him I am not breathin I fold the letter slowly, deliberately, like a man trying to control a wildfire spreading inside my ches Then I look u I see her across the snow-covered courtyar And something in me snap ~ HOLLY~ I see Damien walking toward me….not calm, not collected, but with a dark, focused intensity that makes the world fad

His vision wavered as he hit the floor, everywhere going dark. Through the encroaching blackness, he saw Andrea's motionless, bleeding body sprawled just feet away, ignored and discarded by Martha now that she'd served her purpose. Xavier's ragged mind couldn't process what was happening as the darkness rushed up to claim him. His last glimpse was of Halle being shoved roughly into a nondescript van. Then darknesstook him, the scene fading away as unconsciousness descended... "Boss? Did you hear me?"