Easter Origin Pagan Novels & Stories

"And I still don't believe I really saw anything." "The date for Easter jumps around now, but Ostara is the pagan holiday that predates the Christian one by probably thousands of years. The traditional date was the vernal equinox," she pointed out. "Which is tomorrow." The feel of him massaging her scalp had her pussy quivering, even though she should be too cold and sore to even think about sex. Unthinkingly, she rubbed her aching breasts against his rib cage. "Also my birthday." "So what does this have to do with me hallucinating?"

After all, a millennia happens very scarce and some of us are not very lucky to attend the next gathering. This years millennia is very special to the vampires because it is also the year where we pay tribute to the Godesss Persephone, the goddess of the underworld. Contrary to popular belief that it was Hades who run the underworld--it was not true--Hades was her slave and he had no freedom whatsoever and everything that happens in the underworld, directly affects us. We are the decendants of Persephone.Why else would we have this festivity in her name?

Studying for an upcoming exam about the Rosetta people. I lean back in my creaky chair and look down at the page, reading out loud, “The Rosetta people thrived in Eastonia three to four thousand years before the first Firestone witches appeared and we’re believed to have been the first worshippers of the Moon Goddess who gifted them with the power to shift into creatures of the night.” Creatures of the night. Owls, foxes, the works. I rub my tired eyes and close the book.

"Eostara is a time of growth and life. These represent that. Go ahead and place them on the dais." Hesitantly, he took the basket from her and eyed the altar. "Anywhere?" "Yes." Once he set down the eggs, she went to the table and passed Riley a jar of what looked like syrup. "Honey is a symbol of abundance." He followed Tristan's suit without question and placed it on the altar. Next, she gave Brady a glass of milk. "This represents giving birth." A quick wink at Kaida, and he put the glass by his brothers' items.

Raiden’s pov Although we don’t celebrate Christmas, because you know, we don’t believe in Jesus or God, we do have our own celebration. Our celebration is rooted in pagan holidays such as Saturnalia, the winter solstice, and Yule, which also serve as the basis for Christmas, but we won't delve into that. The lights, the tree, the gifts—it's all there. Just no Santa and definitely no nativity stable and stuff. But I was working to a point…

Tomorrow morning before dawn, crowds of people would overwhelm Stonehenge and celebrate the rising of the sun and the coming of May. May Day is Beltane, meaning the day of the fire. An ancient Pagan festival with Bel being the Celtic God of the sun. The Celts honoured the fertility of the gods with gifts and offerings, sometimes including animal or human sacrifice. Cattle walked through the smoke of the fires and became blessed with health and fertility for the coming year. In Ireland, the fires of Tara were the first ones lit every year at Beltane, and all other fires lit with a flame from Tara.

Larissa's viewpoint Starliss and Odette were at it again. Today, Odette decided that the Easter bunny was the mother of Santa Claus and the father was the tooth fairy. Santa hatched from an egg on Easter day, and on December 25th, he created Christmas to win the heart of Dracula's firstborn. Yes, it's ridiculous, but she's Odette.

"I'm not sure I follow." Jimmy glanced at Romano's crucifix, uncertain how to phrase his next point. "The Church, Sir. Symbols are very resilient, but the pentacle was altered by the early Roman Catholic Church. As part of the Vatican's campaign to eradicate pagan religion and convert the masses to Christianity, the church launched a smear campaign against the pagan gods and goddesses, recasting their divine symbols as evil." "Go on."

she bowed her head and offered Electra a carved turnip. “Thank you,” Electra said, accepting the gift. The woman bowed slightly and then scurried away. “Turnip carving predates the pumpkin. The pumpkin is more of an American thing.” “I did not know that. I just thought we did turnips because we were werewolves,” he admitted as a woman gave them each a soul cake. “Just another part of our pagan heritage.” “Wiccan,” Electra said softly. “Halloween is based on the Wiccan holiday Samhain. Our lineage predates that branch of religion.”

They were here for the Lupercalia, a festival held every fifteenth day of the second month of the year to honour the Ancient Roman god Lupercus, the god of wolves and shepherds, and the she-wolf who had suckled Romulus and Remus, the matriarch of their kind and Moon Goddess. It was a wolf version of the original Lupercalia festival, and considered one of the best times for werewolves to breed, as the festival was meant to thank the Moon Goddess for health and fertility, and even ask for more. They had spare clothes hidden away to replace those that tore on their bodies once they had morphed, to avoid going back home naked.