Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

This made him abandoned the bowl of desert on the table and joined the rest, in the sitting room. " Um...", Mr. White called back the attention of all. " As it is usually done, leap years are years in which the young members of the pack celebrate the ' rituals of the Arcadians ', which is on held on fifteenth of this month, August, and........

We stayed in the hospital an additional two weeks beyond Demetri leaving for Crimson Dawn, returning to the pack house just a few days before Thanksgiving. Cassius and his family put together a wonderful feast for the entire pack. A huge undertaking but part of a tradition that was started by his great grandfather decades ago. Thanksgiving was about sharing and being grateful for the work going into making the pack function as a singular unit where no one was in need of anything.

My fear is increasingly growing and I try to swallow the bile rising in my throat again from the goddess awful stench of this place. "It all started a thousand years ago when we were making merriment in our village. We were a peaceful people that practiced witchcraft and it was the eve of our Samhain celebrations." Samhain? What is that? Oh wait! I think I know this! The human realm celebrates something called Halloween and it falls right around the same day. She ignores me and my moment of remembrance and clears her throat. This Aphaedra woman is clearly unimpressed by me taking my attention off her, even just for a second.

waiting. Days passed in a haze, each one laced with a strange combination of longing and dread. With every tick of the clock, my chest tightened—not from fear, but from anticipation. The Forgers’ annual Thanksgiving party was just days away, and while most people might think of pumpkin pies and roasted turkey, this celebration was far from ordinary. This wasn’t a holiday gathering. It was a spectacle—an exhibition of status, control, and silent wars dressed in designer gowns and tailored suits.

"Cassia thought they were for her parents. She didn't mean anything by it." "She opened them, stained them, and you brought them back for me to give my parents?" The little guilt in his eyes disappeared under irritation. "What else should I do? The tags are gone. They can't be returned. They're your parents' sizes, so no one else can wear them." No one else. If Cassia's parents could have worn the coats, I would never have seen them again. I shoved the coats back into the bag. "You deal with them." I turned toward the study, but Roman caught my wrist. "Enough. I booked dinner. It's Thanksgiving. Can we not spend the entire holiday fighting over this?"

Therefore, the different kingdoms held events celebrating the Mother and her powers. The Kingdom of Winter celebrated the Winter Solstice, thanking the Mother and offering their finest furs, the best wines, and the most delicious king crabs caught in season. The Kingdom of Darkness celebrated the Evening of the New Year, thanking the Mother for the past year and for the one to come. The kingdom itself didn’t offer sacrifices, but the king had to give a little of his power so he could make the stars shine brighter. The Kingdom of Summer celebrated the Summer Solstice, thanking the Mother for the long days, as the sun shone more and more, and the people sacrificed two days of their lives to da

The Thanksgiving dinner that was meant to celebrate new beginnings now felt like a grim reminder of the chaos and danger surrounding us. This was indeed a bloody Thanksgiving.

He pulled me close and I breathed him in. “You’re not still mad at me, are you?” “If I was I wouldn’t have slept with you,” I replied. “It was one of the best nights of my life I’m looking forward to repeating it,” he winked. I blushed. “Okay, can we leave now?” “Unfortunately,” he grimaced. “Let’s go.” *** Knox had to prepare for the ceremony tonight, after the King and Queen made a sacrifice the visiting Alphas needed to take part in a thanksgiving ceremony to the moon goddess. The moon goddess got her kicks during this ceremony.

We cheered along with the crowd as giant balloons floated by and marveled in the intricate floats passing through the streets of the city. “Thank you, for making this Thanksgiving one I will never forget,” Caleb whispered into my ear, making me turn my head in order to look at him. I knew that this man had lost both his parents when he was young, and I wondered how he had lived through the holidays ever since. Not that I was about to ask, I wouldn’t want to ruin this magical moment right now. “I am grateful for you,” I answered him, probably looking at him like a love-sick puppy.

Their fragrance always drew me to them, and I could relate to their fragile nature. We had completed our dream house, and were now doing Thanksgiving in honor of the completion. It was a tradition in every home, which was like a Thanksgiving for appreciating the moon goddess. It was celebrated with family and close friends and associates. Aiden's sister came with her family, followed by Damon, Olivia and the betas. Aunt Millicent was off on a business trip, and apologized for her absence. We had a full house, so that was enough. The kids were playing hide and seek on the grass in the garden, while I and the ladies relaxed under the canopy overlooking the garden.