Pagan Mothers Day Novels & Stories

From her response, Alex deduced the truth. It turned out she truly had forgotten Lizzy's birthday. Alex was taken aback. A similar oversight had happened in his own past. His mother, Eleanor, had been somewhat negligent in raising him. Twice she had forgotten his birthday, and another time she'd gotten the date wrong. Throughout his childhood, there were few instances where he celebrated his birthday on the actual day. Reflecting on this, Alex felt a pang of sympathy for his younger self and now, for Lizzy too.

I asked even though I knew there was no way he could miss it. He couldn’t. None of us could. The Moon Festival wasn’t just a gathering where every pack member, regardless of where they are, must attend. It was also a sacred ceremony celebrated once every five years, and it's also where the Moon Goddess would reveal to us our fated mates. Actually this was going to be my first festival here since my mother and I joined the Black Moore pack five years ago. It was going to be my first chance. My only chance.

“Everywhere I go at work, somebody just had one, or they just found out they’re having another, or they’re sending one off to school for the first time. It’s crazy. I don’t remember this many people having children back in Lustrum.” “I don’t either,” I said. “It’s like they’re obsessed here like there’s something in the water. Although if there was, I’d know.” He made a face at me. “Anyway, I just thought you should know. I tried to explain to Mother that there are conversations that even you and I haven’t had yet. And that now wasn’t the appropriate time to deep dive into our future family. And she said the autumn moon is all about harvest and fertility. The only holiday that has more appea

I prayed silently, beseeching the Goddess to put the right words in his mouth. “Father, today marks the beginning of our triduum before the celebration of the Moon Festival. As tradition demands, everyone and anyone is allowed to participate in the festivities. As a result of this ancient tradition, I plead with you to pardon Miatta and allow her share in the blessings of this year's festival. Her offence was an attempt to attack a perfect as Beta Logan said himself. A mere attempt does not deserve such a punishment as indefinite imprisonment. I beg you to reconsider, Father.”

"By the way, why has this place been so crowded since yesterday? I see more servants pacing around with lots of things in their hands." Gloria's question drew me to a realization. My steps halted, and I took a moment to take in my surroundings. The faint chatter of the maids, the workers outside carrying iron poles as well as White Moon flags, and the heavy scent of enthusiasm spread through the air. I hooked the threads into a conclusion. "Ah. It’s that time." Gloria raised one eyebrow. "What time?" "How did it escape my notice? The Moon Festival is in three days. The sacred day when young pups gain full power into the real wolves and... meet their fated mate." There was bitterness in my vo

Mom looked over at my sisters and me, "Are you girls ready?" We shook our heads and smiled. Mom wrapped us in a hug and then walked to the side of the circle that was positioned in the center of our coven's territory. It was made specifically for important ceremonies and events like initiations, commencements, and awakenings. She cleared her throat, getting the attention of everyone gathered around the coven grounds. "Good Evening, I apologize for the delay but with it being two minutes before midnight and the blood moon already making her descent, I would love to get started if I could have everyone's attention, please. "

The only exception, in this case, was Jayden, who had just come into the meeting. 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.

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

But now, it had become a pack tradition. The Lunar Primrose is a party held on April 30th and the morning of May 1st. It is the event welcoming May—The Prime Shift. A period to honor mothers or assist women in conceiving. During this month, any couple registered to focus on pregnancy receives community support—more time off and free medical services. After this period, Mystic Vale would be full of pregnant women. Next year, babies would be born, and in a few years, the post-civil-war generation would be happily running around the werewolf-exclusive school Leo was building.

Even Cato, Elias, and Dorian flanking me stiffened, claws flexing, muscles tense. And then the light came. Blinding. Sharp. Living. A radiance so raw it burned against my skin. My eyes stung as it split the darkness apart. The mist fled like smoke, curling back into corners that no longer existed. Three figures emerged, tall and impossibly commanding. Veiled in silver flame, their faces hidden beneath veils of starlight. The Moon Mothers. I should have knelt. Every fiber of me knew I should bow, should bow to beings older than time, beings who had watched the bloodline of my ancestors for centuries. But I did not.