Nightmare Before Xmas Hill Novels & Stories

STEELE & CHRISTINE Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.

While it’s snowing heavily in the northern hemisphere of the earth, the Middle East was dry and hot. Hazel woke up on Christmas morning to Alex dressing up, as she gently stared at him, she began to remember what happened last night. It was Thanksgiving evening for others but a night of hot sucking for her. Still staring at Alex, she could still feel his head underneath her. She could still feel how slowly he whispered to her ears. The night before began to play in Hazel's head

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Caspar or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Caspar's codename. Is he alive?'

Something was definitely brewing there. Finally, we pulled into a gravel lot. I leaned forward, trying to see what this “spontaneous” adventure was. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked slowly, staring at the dilapidated structure ahead. Eli’s grin told me everything. “What the actual hell…” I whispered, my eyes locking on the chipped paint, broken windows, and vines crawling up the walls like nature was trying to warn us. A crooked sign above the doorway read: HOUSE OF SCREAMS – ENTER IF YOU DARE.

“Come to Grandma, little man!” Rowan went willingly, waving a chubby fist like a king dismissing his subjects. We made it halfway to the barn before Cassie yelled, “I see you two! Five minutes means five minutes, not twenty!” Rhett flipped her off behind his back. I laughed so hard I had to lean on him to stay upright. **** Santa Ynez Valley – December 23, two days before Christmas “Why does the Christmas tree look like that?” Nina asked, eyes wide at the absolute chaos that was our twelve-foot noble fir Christmas tree.

The hummer rolled down the mountain road — headlights carving through the early dark — and for the first time in a long time… the night felt still. Not waiting for danger. Not listening for war. Just a group of us — finals behind us — Christmas trees strapped tight — and a rare quiet evening that belonged only to us. I could not wait to get home. I wanted to film Storm helping us decorate our tree.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

All of them spontaneously stopped their steps. "Look over there, I got a sign there," said Prince Xander, pointing not far ahead. Everyone looked in the direction Prince Xander was pointing at. Behind the trees, not far ahead, there was a hill. "That's our destination. I hope I'm not mistaken," said Prince Xander. "You're right, Prince. That hill is Cannibal Hill. The blood moon just disappeared, right above the top of that hill," said Princess Alleta. "I started hearing voices from the hill," Glory continued. "Prince, we need to prepare ourselves before continuing our journey to the hill," said Dante.

The wind howled outside the old Victorian house, rattling the windows as snow piled high against the panes. It was Christmas Eve in Willow Creek, and Emma Harper had returned from the city for the holidays, hoping the familiar scents of pine and cinnamon would mend the ache of another year alone. At twenty-nine, she was a freelance illustrator, her life a whirlwind of deadlines and empty takeout boxes. But tonight, with the power flickering out from the storm, the house felt alive in a way it hadn't since she was a kid.

As she said those words, Viper waved one of her hands, the Dark Occult disciples behind her, all raised the long swords in their hand and rushed toward Xanthus. At the same time, a few hundred meters beyond Mossy Hill, Tyr Summers and a group of Maddox clansmen had arrived. When they reached the premise of the hill, there was no more road to continue on. Even though they were on horseback, they couldn’t go up any further. The group got down from the horseback and stared in the direction of Mossy Hill. It was deadly quiet there, giving people the impression of a haunted hill. “Everyone, hurry up! Get up there and get our clansmen down.”