Blackwood Pumpkin Festival Novels & Stories

“I couldn't help but overhear. What upcoming event are you talking about? Did I miss an announcement?” The two women turned around, their eyes lighting up with immediate excitement. They didn't see her as just Daniel's assistant; they saw someone who needed to be filled in on the office gossip. “Oh, you must be new to the seasonal calendar!” the first woman said, leaning against the counter. “It’s the annual Blackwood Corporate Sports Festival! It’s a massive sports event that everyone in the company—from entry-level interns to the executive board—gets to participate in.” “It’s not just a friendly game, either,” the second woman chimed in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “The competitio

And he tossed the next speaking opportunity to the person sitting in front of him with a gesture of an eye-roll. The designated royal official nodded and turned to me. "The wood for the bonfire has been prepared. Also, the meats to be roasted, along with the special fermented drink for the Bluemoon festival are not left out." The other man at the table smiled. "This is something every werewolf looks forward to, Ken. Don't worry! We've prepared everything." I nodded with satisfaction. "I'm glad to hear of your preparations. If there's anything else I need to hear, I'll wait."

They laughed together as they struggled to lift a particularly heavy pumpkin, their faces flushed with effort and joy. When the day of the festival finally arrived, the town square was filled with twinkling lights, laughter, and the warm, comforting smells of cider and baked goods. Children ran around in costumes, vendors sold handmade crafts, and the townspeople gathered to celebrate the season. As dusk fell, Lillian and Nicholas found themselves standing by their oak sapling, which they had decorated with small lights for the festival. They were surrounded by friends, people who now felt like family, people who had embraced them as their own.

[Week Three- Leading into the full moon preparations. /Special Highlights For Each Week./ Martha's Culinary Booth: Don’t miss out on the festival’s signature dishes! From roasted venison to moon pies, there’s something for everyone. Children’s Activities: Face painting, moonstone scavenger hunts, and storytelling for the little ones. Lunar Raffle: Buy a ticket for your chance to win a handcrafted keepsake made by the pack’s artisans. Wish Lantern Release: Write down your wishes and release them into the sky as the moon watches over us.

her eye widen as she looks at me and Cynthia, "when is the moon fesitval anyway?" I giggle, "I believe it's in October, so we've missed it this year, perhaps we should do both, I'll talk to Braddock about it. Now back to this, I want to decorate every tree outside the houses of every member of the pack, no one should not have a tree and since we live in the forest that shouldn't be an issue. I don't want any cut down and brought into a home, that's just not what this is about. We can make wreaths for every door, oh the children, I'm sure they would be excited to help." They look at each other with worried expressions, "what?, tell me what am I doing wrong this time?"

“What is it?” "It's the annual Sol Harvest Festival, it's set for tomorrow. It's a tradition of our little town, there will be food, music and dance, just the usual. It's supposed to happen by the clearing near the woods, and some of the people are worried... But with you and your pack here, I can assure them it’s safer than ever.” Kieran raises a brow. “You want to hold a festival? When we’re dealing with an infestation of mad wolves?”

he murmured. She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "The feast," she said quietly. "The Spring Festival. It's… a big deal for the pack." "I know," Kaelen said, his voice soothing. "It's the first time in a long time that the Blackwood pack has been allowed to host something, I don't know, maybe ever…at least not in all my years of living with them since I was a child. And even when other packs hosted, I’ve never been directly involved. I've always just watched from the sidelines. I don't even know where to start."

SERENA’S POV The Black Ash Pack was busier than before. Laughter echoed across the village square as families hung lanterns shaped like crescent moons from wooden beams. Children dashed about with ribbons trailing from their hands, their tiny wolves howling in delight. Merchants from within the pack and beyond had set up stalls lined with spices, fabrics, and freshly baked bread that filled the air with mouthwatering warmth. The Full Moon Festival was more than a tradition, it was a reminder of who we were, a celebration of bonds and resilience. This year, it carried a heavier weight. After war and loss, after fire and blood, we needed this. We needed joy.

"Just pack business." She didn't look convinced but didn't press further. We sat together in comfortable silence, my fingers tracing lazy patterns against her abdomen where our child grew. Our salvation. Our hope. A child I might never see grow up. The Eve of the Turning Year Festival arrived bright and clear. The main gathering at the Blackwood Ancestral Den was a tradition dating back generations, a time when the extended family would come together to bid farewell to the old cycle and welcome the new. Aurora had dressed the children in traditional ceremonial attire – Daniel in deep blue that made his green eyes more vibrant, Silverleaf in crimson that complemented her fierce spirit. Aurora

Music floated in the air, a melody of drums and flutes. “What’s happening?” I asked, watching as a crowd gathered. “The Blackwood Fang Rite,” Draco said, his eyes following the commotion. “A tradition held twice a year to honor our connection to the Moon Goddess.” At the center, an elder raised his hands to quiet the crowd. “Tonight, we honor the Moon Goddess. She carried us through blood and fire to this place of refuge. We owe her our gratitude.” Cheers and howls erupted from the crowd. Then Draco stepped forward.