Pagan Mothers Day Novels & Stories

Lanterns swayed from the trees like luminous fruit, woven with moonflowers and silver threads that caught starlight and transformed it into something softer, more intimate. It was the first Festival of the Mothers since peace had truly returned, since the last threats had been defeated and the slow work of healing had progressed far enough that people felt safe celebrating rather than merely surviving. I stood at the center of the courtyard, barefoot upon the stone circle.

"She linked with a tracker briefly a few minutes ago to say she was taken into a packhouse and Merida was there with Ekron and they're holding the ceremony at three am." "The Witching Hour? Merida was never this traditional before." The Witching Hour is traditionally the time when all ceremonies should happen, it's meant to be the most powerful time of the day, when the veils between the world's are thinnest and in the past all matings, funerals and any other important event that was to be witnessed by the Moon Goddess and our ancestors was always held at this time on a full moon. But in the last few decades most packs have started as soon as the sun set and there seems to have been no I'll

". Did I mention Liz is a shopaholic?. "I booked us an appointment with the saloon for Wednesday and am free on that day too". "Yayyyy shopping". Liz and Emma shouted excitedly. " You see mom that's call fate. Imagine he asked out on a date for Wednesday and you happen to be free and our saloon appointment is also on that day Wow". she sighed dreamily. Dame rolled his eyes at her while packing the dishes because we were done and it was his turn to do the dishes today. We were currently at the salon getting our hair and nails done. Luca and Dame decided to spend the day at home so me and the girls are having a girls day out.

Both in unison whispered, “Mate.” Before my dad knew it, my mom had jumped into his arms. In the blink of an eye, he marked my mom right then and there. He hadn’t even asked her what her name was. After four pups and twenty-five years later, my dad still can’t resist my mom’s scent. However, he does have a bit better control when it comes to PDA now. The Starlight Carnival is a critical part of my parent’s love story, and many of the pack members love stories as well. Many wolves celebrate this Carnival as a gift from the moon goddess herself as a chance to find the one that completes their soul.

The night of her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the happiest of Emily's life. “Growing up, my mother used to tell me that mates are the Moon Goddess’s greatest blessing,” I whispered, the words barely audible over the scrape of the broom against the cold stone floor. “She said they are your protector, your other half—the one who will love and cherish you until eternity.”

Adelaide's eyes sharpened, "Because we never intended to act on October 15th. The real operation is on the Moon Newborn Festival in early October. On that day, Madison will have shamans perform death rites at her manor. Compassionate ladies will donate spontaneously. Only the truly kind will attend such a memorial." She continued, "As for the Wolf Spirit Awakening Festival on October 15th, the attendees might not be so virtuous. Most are there to network or to perform for Lycan Erasmus. Madison promotes it as a day to seek the Moon Goddess's favor for the kingdom. We can't stage our move on such a day." Paisley grinned, "I get it. She'll think we're striking on the fifteenth, so she'll let h

“Have the spirits been captured yet?” Luna Meria was horrified. “What spirits?!” Luna Sandra’s tone became mysterious. “There are spirits in this place! You don’t know. Every day, they crawl out to threaten me, especially at midnight. They have long tongues, red eyes, black hair, and they wear white clothes. They are the five mothers, the five mothers! They come to claim my life! It must be them! No, it could also be the third lady... Yes, it’s them!”

“I don’t know if it’s nerves or something a little more insidious.” “Insidious?” I echoed, raising a brow. My mother frowned at that, looking deep in thought. “I can’t shake this feeling,” she said, “that something horrible is going to happen tonight.” “Say no more, mother,” I said, placing a finger over her lips. “Please, nothing bad is going to happen. We’ve had enough tragedies to last a lifetime. Today is a sacred day and the Moon Goddess is going to bestow her blessings upon us.” “But the rogues—”

He climbed into his car, wore his seatbelt and gazed at the sky. “Adams Paige, not sure of your true identity but soon, you won't be able to hide it any longer ” Calven referred to the moon festival which comes up every twentieth day of the New York calendar. On that day, there I'd a huge surge of power radiating from the purple pendant worn by them, till then, he'd be able to know what truly her identity was. Meanwhile, In Allen's penthouse. “Stay away from me! All of you!” Paige yelled on top of her voice, hiding behind the masculine figure of George. She pointed to all of the maidens holding scissors and some make-up kits.

It rang three times, paused, then rang three more. The women around me stilled. The older woman set her sewing aside. “Time for prayer.” I looked up. “Prayer?” The young mother stood, lifting her baby to her hip. “To the Moon Goddess. Every day at this hour, the women gather. The men stay away and it’s our time. Come with us.” I hesitated. Back in Silverclaw I had never been allowed near the women’s prayers. I had been known as a boy and I had watched from a distance while they gathered under the moon, with their voices rising together. I had never joined. I had never belonged.