Banquet Of Chestnuts Novels & Stories

I looked at them and shouted, "Let's have our banquet party!" A loud howl echoed through the Nightshade Pack. Some rushed to grab beers from storage, others brought out a large table, placing it in the center, while people from the kitchen brought out various kinds of dishes. Some strung up more sparkling and dazzling nightlights that shone even in the darkness. Lucien and I watched as they busied themselves for our banquet. "It's so lively," I commented, leaning against his broad chest. His hand on my waist tightened. "It's been a while since we had a banquet. After all, we usually have them after we win a war."

one of the Gammas said, pulling Andrei’s attention away. Andrei’s hand retreated from his pocket, and he cleared his throat. “Right. I’ll get some from the shed.” I turned back to my dough, cheeks burning as the Gamma continued talking about preparations for the feast. Two hours later, the banquet hall was transformed. The long tables were laden with bowls of roasted venison stew, fresh bread, and pies made from the last of the autumn fruit stores. The air was already filled with the chatter and laughter of the pack, and the alcohol was flowing freely.

I forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to lead him on to that something was seriously wrong. I went with Elliot to the packhouse, and I was shocked by how many people were already there. The banquet for the gathering took place on the back patio. Light streamers were placed around the patio, canopying over us and lighting up our pathway more than the moon could. There was live classical music playing softly in the corner and everybody was dressed in elegant dresses and suits. Waiters were serving champagne flutes and hors-d'oeuvres. Tables wrapped in white clothes and decorated with beautiful roses and candles were set up for dining.

"Eat them while they're hot." Tessa tilted her head, her voice light and teasing. "How are these even in season?" She was genuinely delighted—she had always loved chestnuts. Benedict sat beside her, brushing aside some space, and explained, "They're from up north—stored in a cellar after harvest. Try one and see if it's sweet." Tessa nodded, about to peel one, when his lips suddenly claimed hers. She froze, staring at him. His voice was husky and rough. "I've told you many times, close your eyes when we kiss, or my beard will scratch you."

The consequences can range from a person's rank stagnating to them falling in rank, and in severe cases they can even be killed by the backlash of the god's power. It was night when they returned to the castle. As Christian had instructed, the kitchen was ready for the banquet. The vassals, officials and knights did not leave. It was only right to hold a banquet to strengthen mutual relations. The banquet included roast deer, braised beef ribs, rabbit stewed in wine, fresh salmon and sea bass, roast chicken, ham, vegetable soup, pork pie and white bread as main courses, wine and mead as drinks, and apple pie and strawberry pudding as desserts.

The entire ride to the banquet ensued in silence and with each in their thoughts. *_*_*_*_*_* AT THE BANQUET** The scene begins in a beautifully decorated hall. The bright, blinding lights illuminating the chandeliers shone on the sophisticated dressed Alphas and betas who were present for the banquet. The banquet is set up to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the most successful pack that has been leading in the supernatural world. Among those present, was Alpha Henry—the Alpha of the Moon Pack. He could be seen mingling cheerfully among the other Alphas and betas, but the smiles he portrayed were filled with pretense.

It's been years since any of us have seen him! "Maybe he's stuck in traffic," said his mother, leading him in by the arm. I've never heard of this uncle before, thought parsley. "He'll come soon—the party's starting. Let's go," said Hannah and lead them in. Inside the banquet hall, family and friends were crowded around a long table stuffed with food. The sound of people laughing, knife and forks clattering and children whooping, echoed around the vaulted ceiling. The smell of gravy and roast chicken, Yorkshire pudding and cranberry sauce wafted past them.

⸻ The Banquet Hall The grand doors opened with a creak as the girls stepped into the banquet hall. It was a sight straight from a fantasy — candlelight flickered from a thousand chandeliers, casting golden halos over gleaming silverware and crystal goblets. Long tables lined the room, laden with roasted meats, fresh fruits, and decadent pastries. But it was the head table, elevated slightly and overlooking the room, where the girls were guided. Their mates were already seated. Kael stood immediately, a hand outstretched to Bella. “You look… dangerous,” he said with a smirk.

She squeezed my shoulder before vanishing back into the fray. As dusk fell, the estate transformed into a beacon: torches lining the drive, music drifting from the great hall where tables groaned under feasts of venison, potatoes, and pies. Pack members arrived in waves—hundreds now, from core families to distant kin— their eyes lighting up at the sight of my belly, hands reaching out to touch, murmurs of blessing rippling like a tide. Grandma Eleanor presided like a queen, her toast ringing out: "To the Blackwood heir! May they lead with fang and fire!"

Mira ordered. “As my lady wishes.” Indra bowed and left with hurried steps. --- The banquet hall glowed with gold and firelight. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm illumination over rows of long tables draped in deep crimson cloth. Silver platters gleamed beneath the weight of roasted meats, honey-glazed breads, and bowls brimming with ripe fruit. The air was thick with spice, wine, and the mingled perfumes of finely dressed nobility.