Pagan Mothers Day Novels & Stories

“These are beautiful!” “I’m glad you like them, sweety. They have been passed down in my family for generations. Hopefully tonight you will find your mate and you will have kids you can pass them down to.” Mom started getting teary-eyed for the third time this week. Mom and dad are Alpha and Luna of the Midnight Moon Pack. You can only find your mate on the full moon at midnight when the room is the highest in the sky. Fortunately, that night is tonight, on my birthday. So, we are having a large dance, for two reasons. One, so I can find my mate and two, hopefully most people will be able to, too. Mates are becoming harder to find since you can only do it at a specific time and people are ju

He used the opportunity when Selene could not do anything to save her children. With the war getting worse day by day the old witch was forced to worship the moon goddess . Amongst the witches and warlocks they were forbidden to worship any other gods or goddess other than the devil.She needed two other witches to fulfill this ritual because each witch represents each moon phase . The Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone, each of which symbolizes both a separate stage in the female life cycle and a phase of the Moon, and often rules one of the realms of heavens, earth, and underworld.

, I continued. “Well, maybe several families from surrounding packs are invited. It is a big deal when there is an exchange of power. Especially a royal one.”, Mom reassured me. “When is it?”, she asked, her voice barely holding back her excitement. “May 15th.”, I replied, a frown creasing my forehead. “My birthday.”, I said, feeling a little upset now. “Honey, it’s also a full moon. It’s tradition that an exchange of power, especially a royal one, takes place on a full moon. It’s going to be alright.”, she explained.

Lidya was surprised, and she and Bryan looked at each other. "You don't have to worry, Mom. Even though you're not my real mother, I consider you my real mother. I will never recognize another woman as my mother. For more than twenty years you have lovingly cared for me and raised me and I can feel your sincere love." Patricia paused her sentence for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I don't want another mother. You're the only one I want." Hearing this touched Lidya's heart. She did not expect Patricia to behave like this towards her. She thought that if Patricia knew the truth, the boy would hate her and find out who her real mother was, but she was wrong.

"Wait, this isn't dark forest?" "Well sort of, in the boundary of Wasteland by the way." "Oh. Who is she?" Harry asked. While Chaney was slowly draining and her eyes wavering, she then told them the ancient stories about the Lord Andrie and Lady Magda's love story, betrayal, and vengeance. Lady Magda killed the famous Moon Goddess and her offspring, in a while she felt something, a dark shadowed lurking inside her brain. Chaney halted and looked around. The concern in her eyes was apparent from the couple's view, as silence followed, they heard the howling of some unknown creatures, so threatening and dark then Chaney suddenly vanished.

Who would’ve thought that it was her way of saying that she loved me all her life? “What’s so special about the moon, Mom?” I retorted, a little disinterested about it. “You know… I was told that I can never get pregnant. That was also the reason why your father left me because I couldn’t give him a child,” she revealed. That was the very first and last time that my mother ever mentioned my father. “I didn’t give up. Every night, I prayed to the moon. My grandmother used to tell me that long ago, there were 7 moons. One of them represented fertility. I prayed to that Moon Deity, and hoped they would hear me and grant me a beautiful child. And they did, (.....). I gave birth to you, to a very

“Your mom wants to perform a waning moon ceremony to release the spirits of those lost, and move on to the next phase in life. And she thought it would be a perfect night to have your mating ceremony.” I whipped around to stare at her, and she grinned. “Lycan’s mate at different phases of the moon, and a waning gibbous is a good time to let go of the past.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Moving on to a new phase seems like a fantastic idea after these past few days, does it not?” She watched me for a minute. “I have nothing prepared.” I murmured, looking down at the ground, and feeling the tug in my chest again.

That evening, another lunar eclipse was predicted. The first in thirty years. The same type of eclipse that had marked Lila and Darius. "Do you think the Moon Goddess will mark anyone tonight?" Aria asked her mother. "Maybe. If the pack needs it." Selene looked at her daughter carefully. "Why do you ask?" "No reason. The pack gathered for the eclipse ceremony. Over fifteen hundred wolves now called Shadowpine home. The omega rights movement had made the pack a beacon for wolves seeking equality. Aria stood with her mother as the moon slowly disappeared into shadow.

Emily and I had never celebrated it after our parents' tragic death, this would be my first time and I wished she was here to celebrate it with me. I'd read about the Moon festival and more in the books from Lucian Library. They'd been so helpful and knowledgeable. The Moon festival was to celebrate the Harvest Moon rising. It was one of the powerful moons that appeared not so often. To the wolves, it was to honor the goddess. But it wasn't just the wolves celebrating the moon festival. It was every single supernatural in our world.

“I am Coven of Dark. We are ruled by the night. We thrive in the darkness of the new moon. Every twenty-eight days, the gods sleep. We are watched by none. Guided only by the Rede.” “To harm no one.” “Yes. I will not curse anyone.” “Because it comes back to you.” “Threefold. We often call it the power of three. Another term is karma. What you put out, you get back.” “Makes sense.” “A word of advice, don’t refer to her as being a pagan. Pagan simply means not the common religion of the area. And occult, because I get asked a lot, means the unknown. Most of the world’s religions encourage you to ask questions. Gain knowledge and experiences.”