Pagan Mothers Day Novels & Stories

I grimaced, remembering the burnt substance my cousins claimed were mini quiches. “Rude.” Éowyn scoffed, kicking my leg. “Food is Nonno and Zia Kat’s love language. We are the children of Alpha André.” Amaryllis grinned. “So, you want to throw her a party.” I nodded as it clicked. “Mother’s Day is soon. It’s the perfect day to show her our love and appreciation. Too many Mother’s Days have passed where we could only celebrate our Nonnas. It’s time we paid homage to the woman who gave us life.” Aragon smiled.

This breakfast was a special occasion, so there were way more pack members here than there would usually have been. Mom took in the room, then stood and cleared her throat. The entire room fell silent; we were all in awe of her grace, beauty, and power. She looked around before addressing the crowd. “Good Morning, Opal Moon.” “Good Morning, Luna.” “Today is a special day,” she continued, “as is tomorrow. Today, my beautiful children celebrate their graduation, and tomorrow they celebrate their eighteenth birthdays. And we pray to the Goddess that they also find their mates. As both events are so close together, we will take tomorrow night to celebrate both milestones in true style!”

“He’s helping us plan the Moon Goddess Festival.” I blinked in surprise, not sure I had heard him correctly. “Moon Goddess Festival?” I repeated, my curiosity piqued. My father chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yes, the Moon Goddess Festival,” he confirmed. “It’s an annual tradition.” I had never heard of such a festival before and couldn’t help but be intrigued. “What’s it all about?” I asked. My father leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “The Moon Goddess Festival is a celebration of the summer solstice,” he explained. “It’s said that during the summer solstice, the goddess blesses our people with her energy and protection.”

The Festival of Maidens was a grand event, and although he wasn’t particularly interested, the urgency in his mother’s voice had convinced him to attend. The Festival of Maidens was a centuries-old tradition where the Pack’s divine witch would choose a suitable mate for the Alpha from among the eligible women. The festival was held under the full moon, symbolizing purity and the start of new beginnings. The maidens, dressed in white, would gather in the sacred clearing, each hoping to be chosen as the Alpha’s bride.

True they hated zombies, but they may have mercy on two little princes running for their lives. Panting, he picked up his brother and looked back. The city he loved was gone. The laughter and happiness of the festival had been replaced by chaos and rage. He would come back someday to save it, but first he had to survive. He started running again. ***** “Are you ready for your ceremony, Mother?" Mortava asked as she entered the Moon Goddess's chamber. "Yes, my dear." The Goddess smiled. "The Feast of the Gray has always been one of my favorite celebrations, especially this year. I have so many blessings to bestow upon your people."

Cresent Moon usually holds an event called the 'mating ceremony'. It is an event held every season in honor of the Moon goddess for the purpose of pairing up two unmated wolves as destined mates. For many years this has been a vital part of Cresent Moon's culture and a lot of unmated Werewolves found their mated during these nights.

“A celebration? You mean a party? Here?” My face of sheer terror made the healers smile. “It’s the Flower Moon, May’s full moon,” Marla explained to me, warm and patient as usual. “The mountain passes are open again, so we welcome guests from the neighboring dales.” “More wolves?” Their laughter didn’t ease my fear. “It’s a very special occasion,” Marla went on. “It’s the only time of the year when our mother appears in public, to honor our kin and allies with a dinner.”

Sara glanced up at the moon. It was a full moon tonight. She looked around at the crowd that had gathered around the large bonfire. It was the fourth full moon of the year meaning it was time for the mating ceremony. Sara sighed and offered a silent prayer to the moon goddess. “Please moon goddess, let it be my turn this time. Please let me find my mate today and I promise to leave you offerings for an entire year”

The latter is only if the Moon Goddess has met her mate after becoming the next Goddess and is a rare occurrence once in a blue moon. Today is the latter. The current Moon Goddess is due to give birth to her baby after many years and hope from the wolves she watches over. This is also the day for the two wolves to strike. The Goddess took their daughter from them just after the two heard her one and only cry. They would take her newly born child as revenge and make her face the suffering they have gone through as well. The right time soon came for the wolves hidden in the shadows to strike as the lush forest comes to life. With only a twenty minute time frame from the moment the forest mater

But even after all that, still no mark appeared, I guess I'm not meant for greatness after all. “It is not about being worthy, for that child, I know you are. It is the will of the Moon Goddess. We don’t get to choose, and we don’t get to question her” Elder Maxine said smoothly. Her old voice was crackly but still soothing. “I don’t understand, she hasn’t blessed us with a daughter for over two hundred years. What is she waiting for?” I complained. I know I shouldn’t, it's not my place to question the will of the All Mother. Maybe there won’t be another, maybe none of us are worthy anymore. But if I'm wrong, what could she be waiting for?