Moveable Feast Novels & Stories

Amongst them, the most ridiculous bluff was Febby. After finishing the introduction, Xanthakos looked at James with a smile, “The feast I prepared for you is not bad, right?” “It’s a little shabby.” James glanced at the dishes and smiled disdainfully. Xanthakos’ eyes widened in shock. “It’s too shabby? Dragon meat and phoenix are valuable in the Greater Realms. Are they still not to your liking? You’re quite a picky eater.” James waved his hand and said smilingly, “No, no. It’s good. What I mean is that a feast is lacking without a dish made with fish. It’s essential for a great occasion like this.”

Leaning over she pushes the tray of food I gathered back toward me and leans across the table. “You will never have to eat that way again Morbius. God, I am so sorry that they fed you those meals.” When I look at her in confusion she sighs heavily as she hands me a fork. “The meals that you describe are only used in third world countries. Those are places where resources are lacking and they can't get real food. They hardly cover the sustenance you need and from what I hear they taste horrible” She says with a shudder. “You should try this. I am betting that you will like it much more” she states.

It would anyway, since Maeve’s strawberries and cream scent surrounds me everywhere I go in our condo, but with the added furniture, the warmth that my mate brings to our new home, any concern I had for living away from the pack is gone. The night we move in, Maeve insists on making dinner for everyone. I told her we could order pizza, but she wanted to thank everyone. So after all the furniture is moved to the proper rooms, Reagan helping Meadow and Cayd helping Tate while Mom and Dad help me, Maeve began making a huge dinner. As the delicious scents of food permeated the room, I realize my mate is making the meal that I’ve been thinking about lately. I’m not sure when I started craving bee

Daniel, her little brother, as usual was shoving handfuls of chicken wings into his mouth like a starved beast. Her mom had this tradition every time they moved. Emma and her brother had nicknamed it the ‘apology feasts’. It was a buffet of guilt. One Emma always enjoyed. The scent of garlic and curry clung to the air, thick enough to taste. It didn’t erase the sting of uprooting their lives again but Emma wasn’t about to turn down her mother’s signature crispy chicken wings or peppered steak. She slid into her chair, the legs scraping against the well-worn tiles.

I peered into the containers - twelve traditional dishes including crispy venison, black berry pork, steamed rabbit, and mushroom soup with moon herbs. "This is too much," I protested. "I can't possibly eat all this." Martha patted my hand. "It's not just for you. Elder Margaret thought you might want to share with others who couldn't go home for the festival." Tears pricked my eyes. "Please thank her for me." "You can thank her yourself when you visit," Martha replied. "She misses you at the pack house." I nodded noncommittally, helping arrange the feast. The scent soon filled the Medical Center, drawing attention.

She was the only one to stick with me through the years after my pack wrote me off. I didn’t get to eat that day but I got to leave my room. I had only the Moon Goddess to thank for that. She made the Feast of the Moon, an annual celebration to give thanks and make merry amongst packs. For the next week, there would be a lot of food to cook, halls to mop and champagne to serve. Redville would need all the hands she could get so no one kept me locked up for long.

Chapter 120 The palace gardens shimmered in the soft light of a late autumn evening. Banners in hues of deep blue and silver, adorned with the insignia of the Blue Moon Pack, fluttered gently in the cool breeze. Long, polished tables had been set up in the central courtyard, each one laden with dishes prepared by every corner of the pack—from traditional recipes passed down through generations to new, innovative creations born of the recently integrated cultures. The scent of hearty stews, freshly baked bread, and aromatic herbs mingled in the air, promising a feast that was as much a celebration of food as it was of unity.

“Bastion lifted my plate cover to reveal a great feast made for me. All of my favorites were there, even truffle oiled boiled potatoes in basil and grated cheese. That was a delicacy and I had only ever ate it at a great feast my dad took me to as a girl before Mother was taken by illness. The food was irresistible. And I ate like a starving wild woman." Mamas eyes twinkled as she took a pause. "Bastion continued to shower me with jewels and dresses, shoes and feasts. I had the attention of a great man and he clearly had intentions. I had been there for a full lunar cycle. My blood came and I was kept in my room. My meals were brought to me. There were herbs and flowers sat in vases all

Percy planned a celebration. “No arguments,” she said, holding a spoon like a sword. “We’re having a feast. The biggest one this pack has ever seen.” I laughed. “Isn’t it too soon?” “It’s never too soon to celebrate life,” she replied with a smile. And she meant it. The feast was held three days later. All of Brimstone came. Tables were set under the open sky. Long, wooden tables covered in white cloth. There was food everywhere,roasted meats, fruits, sweet breads, soups, pies, honey, and fresh milk. Barrels of juice and wine stood tall in the corners.

The banquet where everything had gone wrong, a banquet I should’ve never gone to. My stomach rumbled at the sight of food, and I was surprised that my human nose could even capture the scents of roasted chicken, garlic butter potatoes, scrambled eggs, grilled salmon, oatmeal, salad without the fucking tomatoes, and freshly made mango juice. All my favorites! The maid dropped the tray of food—I don’t know how she carried it all ‘cause I could never—on a side table, moving it to the front of the bed so I could have easier access to it.