Pagan Mothers Day Novels & Stories

Naturally Mummo smiles and nods as she gazes at Phoenix lovingly. “I was a lycan and a witch before I became a goddess, your gran, Helena and I led our coven to serve the Moon Goddess and her twin sister, who was my mother, we protected our people as best we could,” Mummo clarifies, Phoenix curls up in Benjamin’s lap getting comfortable with his arms around her, as she focuses on listening to Mummo’s words. “Mummo, my Gran help stop Dagon before?” Phoenix questions, making the rest of us look at her, then Mummo, as it was a very good question.

Her pack surrounded her, united in support and determination to safeguard her gift and the future it promised. Rosalind's discovery sparked a flurry of questions, and she wasn't alone in her curiosity. Cathryn, Finn, and the pack's elder women gathered around her, eager to share ancient stories and shed light on the mysterious Moon Mothers. "Moon Mothers were revered healers," Cathryn began, her voice filled with reverence. "They wove magic and nature seamlessly, their power flowing from the moon to nurture life and balance." Finn added, his eyes twinkling with excitement, "Legend says Moon Mothers could communicate with the land itself, sensing disturbances and harmonizing the natural world

It’s thrilling, like teasing a dangerous tiger, an addictive feeling I can’t get enough of. He smiles. “Oh yes, I’ll teach it to you some time.” “Is sex involved with everything?” “Sex, birth, death, rebirth. The Wheel of the Year. The Underground adheres to it, keeping all the holy days sacred. You know, with orgies.” He winks. I smile. “Sounds very pagan.” “That’s because it is. We even have a patron Goddess we pay our respects to, Diana, Goddess of the moon and the Hunt.”

My mother was retiring soon which was after the moon festival in three days time, though she wasn't Luna for a long time but she did a lot and I have to take over from her soon. The moon festival was an event meant to celebrate the moon goddess and her blessings of blessing each and every one of us with a mate. The moon festival was in three days time and was to take place for three days too. On the third day was the mating ceremony where I will be mated to my mates for life, a ceremony I couldn't wait for.

The Great Mother says loudly. “Blessed be!” The crowd gathered calls back. “Blessed be!” The Great Mother echos in refrain. “The Blood Moon is to be auspicious for our dear sister Ceres, the Ancient Sisters who weave the tapestry of time have foretold it. I have sworn that the coven will not interfere. So I have sworn it, so shall it be!”

The GrandMatron still gasping for breath could only look at her majesty and listen, as once again, her position with him was reiterated. She had met him the day before she was crowned GrandMatron of the Witch world, like the rebel that she was, she had decided to go hunting on the "eve of paradigm" a secret day which the witches must keep holy by not performing any task on such day, all that is required of them is to pray to the moon goddess, a rule that must be followed to the letter by the witches, but she did not.

she whispered, her hands suddenly shaky, her breath becoming erratic and sweat trickling down her face. “They…are…here,” she stammered, glancing at dad. “We have to hide her,” Mum mumbled, grabbing hold of my hand. Little me had no idea of what was going on. All I knew was that I really wanted to have the celebratory dinner. Today was a day of joy after all. It's 25th December, the Moon Goddess’s ascension day and a day of celebration for all packs. “Can we have the cake now?” I asked. A question I never knew would haunt my life.

"Don't overdo it. You'll just bring more stress upon yourself." "Well, it doesn't help that I'm idle from sunup till sundown. I have nothing but time on my hands to let my thoughts travel far and wide." "I can help fix that. You'll plan the Blood Moon Festival." "What is that?" "The moon goddess blesses her subject with their mate on that night. It happens only twice or thrice a year. Outside that period, werewolves can not find their mates. There is also the Fertility Ceremony. I don't think I have to explain that to you."

Often times, the power of the Witch Mother wears away at your soul and at your health when it is held on to for so long, resulting in the tradition of passing it down as next generation reaches a mature age. Witch Mother is the crone of our coven, The Sisters of the Path, and has led the coven for the last 50 years, putting her at 80 years old. My mother is known as the High Priestess and should have been leading the coven since she was twenty with my grandmother, Witch Mother, being her wise council, but as a forty-year-old with a title but no actual power, she has grown ever dark in her magicks. Then, there is me, who is the Young Maiden of the coven, and said to surmount my mother for the

"Picking me up for what? Lunch?" Mum’s face went slack. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed into slits of maternal fury. "Oh, for the love of..." she slammed the cookbook down. "Don't tell me he didn't tell you." "Tell me what?" I asked, a bad feeling curling in my gut. "Today is the full moon, Luna," Mum said, her voice tight. "The first full moon since the transition. Tonight is the Pack Gathering." She rubbed her temples, looking like she wanted to strangle someone. Probably Liam.