Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

The leaders also followed her. "Dear gods, please protect my people…" At that moment, the priest started chanting. Everything was going according to plan. There was no sound other than the priest chanting. The ambiance was very sacred and holy too. In the meantime, many citizens near the Moon Altar were watching from afar. The Moon Festival was the most important day for the barbarians. The worship at the Moon Altar was essential to every barbarian because the royal would ask the gods to protect everyone in the tribe.

"So, what is a reaping ceremony anyway?" Selene’s face lit up. She started walking faster, her words tripping over each other. "It’s a harvest celebration! The Anatolikos pack has done this for eighty years. They thank the earth for everything—wheat, corn, herbs. Every season gets a turn." I grinned as she rambled. She loved the history of it all. Up ahead, I saw Cain and Ravenna standing in the glow of the lanterns. I wondered if I could really trust them.

Jay laughed. As the chattering grew louder and the door bell rang, more guest came into the crowded house, Autumn gazed over to both sides, finding the faces of her friends and family on both sides, she smiled to herself Paige took up the glass, being the elder amongst the crowd she decided to make a toast, "I see we're all here, that's good, am glad we could all sit together. It makes me feel happy, to have everyone seated here, to see my family together and to see their friends too, its the first time this house has been this crowded in a while, thank you all for coming, and a happy thanksgiving too." With that said, they clinked their glasses clinked as the sound of lauhter grew once mor

His breath whispered into my ear. Samhain happened around Halloween to normal humans, but for us, it was our new year and the time when our ancestors were closest to us. It was not the right sabbat for what my mother intended. Beltan was 6 months after Samhian, it should have been the sabbat of choice, based on intent and reverence of the coven.

I swiped my tongue across the shiny head to pick up the last few pearls. "This is our world no matter what," I said, my head on his shoulder. He hugged me tighter and kissed the top of my head. "Thank you for showing me what's out there. I truly hope we can live between the two worlds because I could not make a choice." . GIVING THANKS FOR OUR ABUNDANCE . As the vibrant colors of autumn adorned the mountains, it was time for the annual Fall Harvest Ritual, a celebration steeped in tradition and gratitude. The community gathered under the watchful gaze of the setting sun, their hearts filled with appreciation for the abundance bestowed upon them.

I tried making up excuses to leave but I kept being dragged into conversations. "Luna Caliana, are you attending the opening of the thanksgiving festivities? The Black Stone Pack is hosting it,"said Luna Hope. "I'm not sure yet," From what I heard The Black Stone Pack are enemies of the "Golden Stone Pack but every year of the last month, shifters celebrate their lives and how far we've come. They start the season with an Alpha thanksgiving ball that is hosted by a different pack each year. This is the one-time Alphas put aside their rivalry and wars to celebrate together. People party and eat to their heart's content.

HONOURING THE GODDESS The air was thick with anticipation as all the Eleven Alphas, leaders of the most powerful wolf territories, together with their subordinates and the council of elders gathered together in a vast clearing deep within the ancient forest. The Tharlegia Festival, a sacred event held once a year, was about to commence. It was a celebration that honored the Moon Goddess and marked the pinnacle of their creation, unity, and strength. The festival was the time the werewolves were graced with the unique presence of the goddess and could ask for her help in fertility, protection, and life. It was a festival every pack in the territory was expected to be a part of and had been ce

"We scared our nurse into a stammer! I couldn't believe she was so worked up over a few hours away from the creche. We'd been given leave to attend the feast. Feasts are a typical way to celebrate among our kind. Tom says this is true for humans too?" Ryan took a drink of his water before answering, "We do big meals to celebrate, sure! We have what I'd call feasts for the big holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. People have food for birthdays and anniversaries or to celebrate a new baby or a wedding. We don't know any actual hunters, but there are plenty of people who like to hunt for sport. No one we know has to hunt for food. That's only in really poor places. Most people just go to t

I do wonder if the owner red tags the place himself rather than the city just so he can raise the rent like Shannon and Lucy claim. Either way, George isn’t judging or judgmental. If anything, she looks like a kitten in the aftermath of a Wonderlight party. Ready to tousle around in all the pretty paper and wrappings. Wonderlight is Fey Christmas, just like Hollow Fest is Halloween. Like many recognized Holidays, it comes from a pagan ritual Samhein. When people believed that the veil between the spirit world and the living was at its thinnest. Some believed that demons would walk among humans, so they’d wear masks to frighten them or at the very least fit in. Others believed that thoughts a

She wouldn't know everything going on in the pack. "I wasn't angry, I only said that palely like any other person would do..." I replied and dropped the meal. I gotta leave now. I had only the moon goddess to pray to now and thank for making the feast of the moon. An annual celebration to give thanks to our creators, make wishes and make mercy amongst packs. All I wanted now was for my wish to be fulfiled.