Blissful Festival Novels & Stories

It was the sound of a district being systematically devoured by engineered pleasure. People in the streets began to sway, their laughter escalating into unnaturally high-pitched peals of joy. Some dropped to their knees, their faces turned skyward, mouths agape, as if drinking directly from the amplified Nectar’s source. Others embraced strangers, their eyes locked in a shared, synthetic rapture. Bima fought through the haze, forcing himself to focus on Lia's desperate face, on Kevin's trembling form. He remembered Anya’s words: The butterfly pea flowers … it offers us peace. The ability to discern truth from illusion.

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

"YES HOLLY! Can I please get rid of this blindfold now!?" "...Oh I suppose." Hollis mused, watching Whitney yank the black material off with a vengeance. The brunette's eyes became big as saucers. A local art festival was buzzing only a few hundred feet away from them. Merchants and buyers alike crowded around under a string of bright white lights as lively music brought it all together. She shook her head in amazement, turning to look at a sheepish Hollis.

It means he wants something he cannot simply take. I stand and smooth the front of my blouse. My hand is steady. I make it steady by focusing on the motion, the fabric under my palm, the button at my collar that I check with two fingers. These small rituals of composure are not performance. They are the machinery I have built to move through moments when I do not know what is coming.

“I can’t wait to see you in your festival dress. You’re going to be the most beautiful girl here.” I gasped dramatically. “Wow, so the rest of us are just hideous then?” Bella giggled. “You know that’s not what he meant.” “She’s right, though,” I teased, grinning. “You are beautiful. I heard you two won the mate festival last time — I’m betting you’ll win again this year. You’re honestly the sweetest couple I’ve ever met.” They both laughed proudly, their confidence radiating off them like sunlight. Cassidy gave a small smile before clearing her throat. “Alright, we should get ready. We need to go get dressed.”

Bastien The Eclipse Festival sprawls before us, a whirlwind of lights and colors so overwhelming I can feel my mate leaning close to me for comfort. It’s not only the size of the event and deafening noise around us unsettling her, it’s also the attention. We’re still in the VIP section, and wherever Selene and I walk people turn to stare, and I can’t help but notice how different things are from the past.

She pulled out her phone and searched for events near us and Chellos had come up as hosting Festum Obsequium. “The festival of submission?” I murmured as I read it over her shoulder. “I just found out this morning, they moved it to today, due to schedule conflicts next week.” Cash said handing the pearls to me. I looked them over, realizing what had done was actually thoughtful. During that specific festival, all sorts of emotions and auras will be colliding. It’s not like some massive orgy, but more like having protective owners putting their dogs on display. It's actually very artistic, and requires a mass amount of control as well as being vulnerable.

Felicia rubbed her chin, pretending to hesitate. The four artists stared at each other for a long moment silently. Then they all jumped and screamed, "Hell yeah!” They started shouting, dancing, jumping and making some weird noises while Kyle was laughing at them. "So, when is the festival?" "December 31th. It's a special New Year event." "Which means a lot of people will watch us!" Juliette smiled widely. "Exactly, people from all over the world to be precise. That's why we need to gather all our members and choose the song to perform." Kyle said.

There was laughter, song, and joy in the air—and for the first time in a long time, he let himself feel it fully. Beside him, Elder Nima approached, her cane tapping gently against the stones beneath her. Her long silver hair was braided down her back and entwined with moonflowers—one of the sacred blooms that only grew in this region. “You look thoughtful,” she said, her voice gentle but knowing. Adam turned to her with a grin. “Just taking it all in. It’s been years since the festival felt this… alive.” Nima chuckled, the sound like wind through trees. “Joy finds its way back, even after storms. This festival, Adam—it’s more than celebration. You know that, don’t you?”

[--Esmarie Cruz--] The festival today was everything I hoped it would be—fine, entertaining, and so full of life that it made it hard not to feel swept up in the joy of it all. It was a day to forget everything else, to just breathe and soak in the energy of the pack as they celebrated. The music was loud and cheerful, drums beating in sync with the laughter and chatter that echoed through the clearing. The scent of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and spiced cider hung heavy in the air, mingling with the floral undertones from the petals scattered all over the ground.