Christmas with the Kerrigans

​​Kerrigan Memoirs Series

The Chronicles of:

Devon

Angel

Julian

Molly

Gabriel

Rae

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The prequel on how Simon Kerrigan met Beth!!

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​​THE CHRONICLES OF KERRIGAN: PREQUEL –

Christmas Before the Magic

Question the Darkness

Into the Darkness

Fight the Darkness

Alone in the Darkness

Lost the Darkness

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Book II - Dark Nebula

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Book III - House of Cards

Book IV - Royal Tea

Book V - Under Fire

Book VI - End in Sight

Book VII – Hidden Darkness

Book VIII – Twisted Together

Book IX – Mark of Fate

Book X – Strength & Power

Book XI – Last One Standing

Book XII – Rae of Light

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Matter of Time

Time Piece

Second Chance

Glitch in Time

Our Time

Precious Time

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Living in the Past

Present for Today

Staring at the Future

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Book 1 – Stopping Time

Book 2 – A Passage of Time

Book 3 – Ticking Clock

Book 4 – Just in Time

Book 5 – Time in the City

Book 6 – Ultimate Future

​​​​​​The Kerrigan Kids Series

Book 1 - School of Potential

Book 2 - Myths & Magic

Book 3 - Kith & Kin

Book 4 - Playing With Power

Book 5 - Line of Ancestry

Book 6 - Descent of Hope

Book 7 – Illusion of Shadows

Book 8 – Frozen by the Future

Book 9 – Guilt of My Past

Book 10 – Demise of Magic

Book 11- Rise of the Prophecy

Book 12 – Deafened by the Past

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​Christmas with the Kerrigans Blurb

’TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE Christmas, and all through the house...things were starting to go very wrong.

The Kerrigan Gang was in their fighting prime. Top of the agency, first pick for every mission, white picket fences with a couple of toddlers running around inside. The holidays were fast approaching, and things couldn’t be any better. But when one of the friends is abducted right under the nose of the rest, things start to unravel at lightning speeds.

In a race against time, the gang scrambles to locate their missing friend, only to find themselves falling down a rabbit-hole they never saw coming. As the mystery deepens, they end up on a scavenger hunt that could shake the foundations of king and country, throwing into question everything they once believed.

The game is afoot and the clock is ticking. Can the friends solve the riddle in time?

Join the Kerrigan gang on a holiday adventure that is a special single story to enjoy this Christmas season!

NOTE FROM AUTHOR

READERS HAVE ASKED where this story falls in with the big series... It takes place slightly in between the Kerrigan Memoirs...  (while the kids are still young).

Wishing you a wonderful holiday season and blessed new year!

Contents

Kerrigan Memoirs Series

Have You Read the C.o.K Series?

The Chronicles of Kerrigan: Gabriel

Kerrigan Chronicles

The Kerrigan Kids Series

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

The city of London looked like a snow globe; twinkling lights and pink noses, shivering flurries whipping through the air. Trails of smoke rose from every chimney, and neat rows of footprints lined the sides of the streets. The air smelled of chestnut and cinnamon. Houses were half-buried in snowdrifts, and the cars that stood beside them were buried up to the doors. No one seemed to mind. There were quick flashes of smiles from beneath heavy jackets and hoods.

It was everything one might expect from the week before Christmas; the rush of last-minute shopping, steaming drinks in every hand. But if you were to look a little farther, to the secret school tucked in the trees a short drive outside town...the holidays were the last thing on anyone’s mind.

Fire!

There was a spattering of gunfire, a muffled cheer. Then the metallic snap of a dozen broken doors as they wrenched themselves back shut. The rest of the world might have been prepping for the festivities, but the agents of the Privy Council were hard at work. Rather, two of them were hard at work. The others were gleefully spectating and placing open bets on what was to come.

Five to one, a telepath cried, raising his voice to be heard above the mob. It echoed beneath the high dome of the Oratory. Come on, you know they can’t do that every time. Who will give me five to one? I’ll throw in a week at my house in the Seychelles to sweeten the pot!

There was a chorus of happy laughter as voices called back and forth, and money was changing hands. A squat woman who stood in the front had actually pulled out a clipboard, but the gambling was a mere distraction. The two men standing on the practice mats were the main event.

Five to one!

You’re crazy!

No bet!

Devon let out a slow breath and lowered his firearm, lifting his eyes to the tiny smoking holes in the opposite wall. The training course had been Carter’s idea, something that had been rather pointedly suggested after he and Angel argued about their marksmanship scores for the hundredth time. Instead of separating them with several time zones, as was his usual strategy, the headmaster had devised this instead: a test that would confound the most revered of snipers.

But PC agents worked in pairs. Devon wasn’t doing the test alone.

What do you think, Jules? he asked lightly. Can we do it again?

There were many things in the Oratory that might have baffled a casual observer. The pair of teenagers levitating in the corner. The drips of lava flinging off the climbing wall. Or perhaps the panther trying to navigate the drinking fountain by the locker room door. But after getting past the initial shock, they might have been as fixated on the demonstration as everyone else.

It was a course made for two people, but only one of them was holding a weapon. The other was standing calmly beside him, both hands dug into his pockets. His eyes were closed.

I’m not sure, the psychic murmured, tilting his head with a slight frown. Carter was right about the response time. It’s harder than I thought...

There was another flurry of voices behind them—shouts of encouragement and fierce rebuttals as more money changed hands. It took a lot to impress members of the supernatural community, even more if they’d been working as intelligence operatives for the better part of their lives. But this particular training course had even the best of them shaking their heads in open astonishment, while the others were cheering in utter delight. It wasn’t often they got to bask in the talent of their more sacred heroes. Many of them had begun recording illegally on their phones.

The fox cast a quick look at his partner. You ready to go again?

Julian drew in a breath, then nodded.

At some unseen signal, a message was given to someone in a control booth. A lever was pressed high above them, and the simulation began. The metal doors on the other side of the room gleamed with anticipation, each of them no bigger than a walnut, each of them etched with a tiny number in the center. Devon lifted his weapon slowly, gazing with a blank calm through the sights, and although it was a course meant for snipers, he wasn’t the one to make the first move.

There was a flash of prophetic white, too quick for notice.

Ten, Julian said softly.

Before the door could open, Devon was already firing. By the time it slid open to reveal the dark passage just beyond, the bullet was already through. Faster than sight, needle-point precision, with absolutely no differentiation between one moment and the next.

The psychic’s voice was quiet and true.

Two, five, thirteen.

Three shots, in quick procession. A door opened on the side of the building, but nobody noticed. The quiet hush had broken with that first door, and was swelling with an unstoppable hum of excitement. The telepath’s offer was shot down a hundred different ways. Others were grinning and calling to their friends, raising the stakes even higher.

The men in the center remained oblivious, alone in their own world.

One, five, eleven.

The shots rang out, clipping the ends of his words. The psychic’s eyes were glowing now, a hand had lifted for balance. Devon took it without thinking, needing a single grip for his gun.

Three, eight, four.

Faster and faster.

Seven, nine, sixteen—Rae.

There was an abrupt pause.

What? Devon asked, throwing a look to the side.

Julian’s eyes flew open, and he grabbed the fox’s wrist. The last shot was still echoing into silence, the gun was still smoking. It took a moment for his eyes to clear, before he threw up a hand, gesturing with exasperation to the statuesque woman standing beside the target.

Your freaking wife! he exclaimed, still trying to recover. The ghastly vision had come out of nowhere, much like the woman herself. She’s going to get her head blown off!

Happy Christmas, Julian! she called cheerfully across the Oratory.

He flipped her off, pacing away with a scowl.

The crowd broke apart in a burst of laughter, as the course was forgotten and the spectacle came to a sudden end. It might have been a disappointment, but such things came and went quickly in the training circle. The performance had been a miracle. There would be others. In the meantime, they had miracles to perform of their own.

Devon removed the clip of ammunition and holstered the gun with a wry smile, watching as his wife skipped cheerfully from one side of the mats to the next. Her dark hair billowed in a cloud behind her, and for a split second, he was reminded very much of the girl he’d fallen in love with: the blue-eyed teenager with the weight of the world on her shoulders, who still managed to skip across the practice mats with a smile. She came to a theatrical stop, adding a little bow.

"Honey, how many times have we told you not to stand in front of the target? he chided, unable to keep from grinning as she pressed a loud kiss to the side of his face. She smelled of roses and raspberries. I swear, one of these times Jules is going to keep it to himself—"

Oh relax. She grinned in return, flicking the weapon holstered at his side. You really think that little thing’s going to stop me? I’ve survived an active volcano blast, Devon. It’s going to take more than your precious training course. As if to bolster her words, the lava dripping down the climbing wall hissed menacingly behind her. "Anyways, I told Angel I’d do what I could to disrupt your performance. She says that until she has a chance to beat the course herself, she doesn’t want anyone else taking first blood. She lowered her voice with the last words, casting a nervous look around the room. Dev, there’s a chance she doesn’t really understand what it’s about—"

Oh, hello. Julian appeared suddenly beside them, shoving her aside in the process. He’d paced around the Oratory, trying to calm his racing pulse. "Sorry, Rae—I didn’t see you there. It’s like you just showed up out of nowhere, right where you weren’t supposed to be."

She stared at him, utterly expressionless. It’s hard to tell from your tone. Was that last part meant for me?

There were more chuckles from the people milling around them. The mats had filled and the regular rotations had started up. A pair of shifters were locked in fierce combat, whacking away at each other with knives, while a vengeful pyrokinetic seemed to be fighting himself in the corner. It was only upon closer examination, one saw the sudden indent of footprints and realized his partner had simply melted out of sight. There were times those footprints vanished as well, as she went to get coffee. The poor man didn’t seem to notice, and would continue swinging at air.

Rae tilted her head, well-versed with the power herself. Do you think he knows Katie’s in the locker room?

The psychic folded his arms, never breaking his gaze. Typical Kerrigan, changing the subject. You know, Dev’s right. One of these days, I’m just going to keep my mouth shut.

She tossed back her head in a burst of merry laughter. "Oh, Jules, I know that’s not true."

Please, don’t fight, Devon pleaded quietly, standing in his usual place between them. His hand flew out automatically, catching his partner’s wrist as he reached for the gun. You know it gives me anxiety. I never know where to look.

There was a moment of silence, then she turned to him with a glare. "You look at me, Dev. You look at your wife."

Julian rolled his eyes, like she’d said something ridiculous. Every time you say that word—

That was mighty impressive, the telepath called, drifting up to meet them. Justin Thamer was a regular at the Oratory, but had been stationed in South Africa for the bulk of the winter, as evidenced by his outrageously conspicuous tan. He glanced between the friends with a knowing grin, ending on the stricken man in the middle. I think you guys might have cost me a car...

Devon chuckled under his breath, grateful for the interruption. You should know better than to bet against a psychic.

I’m almost offended, Julian added, never taking his eyes off Rae. Fortunately for you, there are other treasons on my mind...

Treason, she repeated lightly. From the man who brazenly stole my husband?

I met him first.

Well, that’s my cue. Justin chuckled, edging discreetly away as the tips of her fingers started to smoke. It wouldn’t have been the first cosmic explosion in the Oratory that day. The janitors were still cleaning up from the last one. "But first, the truth, Decker. Did you check ahead?"

Julian wrenched his gaze from Rae and turned to him, eyes wide and staring. With a look of perfect innocence, he shook his head, seeming surprised to have been asked the question.

Very convincing.

She pursed her lips, holding back a grin. The psychic might have been able to fool the rest of the world, but she would have known the truth from that look alone, even if she couldn’t instantly confirm it with her tatù. It was the same face his angelic daughter made every time she asked her aunts for another cookie, spinning a delicate lie about how many she’d already had before.

Like we wouldn’t give them to her anyway...

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Justin’s face relaxed with an easy smile, as he backed into the crowd. It seemed impossible he would have believed it, but the psychic had spent half a lifetime earning the magical community’s trust. The slightest nod or shake of the head, was accepted without question. He had slightly poorer luck with his friends. Better luck next time, I guess.

They watched as he waved and vanished, slipping easily into a rotation with the javelins along the furthest wall. Only when the first spear entered