Blissful Festival Novels & Stories

After a lengthy pause, he stammered, “Mr. Fidelis… you… you kissed a girl…” Fidelis disregarded him, staring down at the crisp bill nestled in his pocket. The entire incident left him feeling incredulous, but one thing was unmistakable: for the first time in years, Fidelis Aaron felt a wave of desire so intense that it left him completely rattled.

Hello Readers! First, I would like to thank you all for reading Pain Before Bliss up until this moment. It has been such a joy writing it and I never thought I would write this much for this book. I never had a storyline written out for this book and I just let my thoughts and my heart run free, but it ran so seamlessly and I will forever be grateful.

“The what?” “The Solstice Bloom Festival. Slowly changing lanes, I explained, "It's a local thing. It happens every Sunday from January to March. It’s supposed to celebrate the blooming of new chapters. The start of the new year.’ Kind of cheesy, but people really go all in. There are food trucks, music, and fire dancers. People release lanterns at sundown.”

The subtle sparks and tingles from the bond pulse up my arms and I watch as her face and body relax from my touch as well. “So, the festival is a trap, and I’m the bait,” she says flatly. “Isn’t this risky? The entire pack will be out and unsuspecting. A lot of them could get hurt if Bram tries something during the festival,” she says worriedly as she grips my hands a little tighter.

blythe pleaed “Well people change blythe”sin snapped.I had heard enough my heart and mind ached from this onslaught of emotion. To My luck once again it started pouring down raining. I didn't run for shelter as I should I only let the rain wash away everything. My pain, anger, heartache, and most of all emotions. I yearned to feel numb from everything in this world.

He wasn't wrong, but she felt like Werewolf fodder if she went off on her own here. "Splendid. I'll be in contact when we get closer to the day of the festival." She said as she got to her feet. "Festival?" Lily asked her. "It's to celebrate the Fall Solstice. Jayce would have all the details, same with Damion." Penelope mentioned, "Have a good day, you two." She gave a small wave before leaving. "Damn that woman." Jayce grumbled beside her. She looked up at him, his hand partially covering his mouth.

The annual "Luminance Festival" erupted like a bright supernova in the heart of the White Moon's Pack, igniting the very air with pleasure and unity. This lavish celebration symbolized the pack members' harmonious relationship, a monument to their shared devotion to peace and prosperity. Laughter cascaded through the old forest, forming a tapestry of delight that transcended species and size, as every creature came to celebrate their connected life, from the mighty to the tiniest.

My body would hurt more severely, my soul would crumble, and my spirit would die a lot faster than it is now. But either way, I have over the years found ways to soothe my body and sometimes my mind. Epsom salt bath with wolfsbane extract and a hint of vanilla to soothe me. Not enough to hurt me, but just the right amount to numb me so I can heal. And my mind, I paint. It’s the only thing that is only mine. It’s the only thing I am allowed to do for myself. And I bask in my paintings. Except lately, the only thing I have been able to paint is golden eyes.

The night the Moon Bloom Festival returned to Red Moon Pack, I knew something had shifted. Not in the world. Not yet. But in us. The festival had not been held in years. Too much blood. Too many funerals. Too many seasons where joy felt like an insult to the dead. Yet this year, as the moon rose full and bright, the pack gathered anyway, slowly at first, cautiously, as if afraid happiness might bite. I watched from the balcony as lanterns were lit one by one, their soft glow blooming across the grounds like fireflies. Music followed, gentle drums and low flutes, nothing loud enough to disturb the night. The air smelled of roasted meat, honeyed bread, and crushed flowers.

he said, pointing toward the center of the square where people had begun to gather in a circle. Music swelled from somewhere, although I couldn’t spot the band amongst the crowd. People twirled around the circle, women’s skirts flaring and men’s howls filling the air. It was intoxicating to watch them move together, like an organized chaos. And seeing the partners sway and twist around one another was strangely sexy. “The Festival Dance,” Isaac explained. “It’s supposed to represent the awakening of spring after winter. Fertility and all that.” He winked again, but I wasn’t paying attention.