Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

“Should we just go home?” Gray noticed the drastic fall in her enthusiasm just seconds ago. She knew just how significant Thanksgiving was to Zia. A concept she could never understand since no matter the occasion, her ‘family’ couldn’t care to be bothered by it. New Years, Birthdays, Valentine’s, Halloween, Thanksgivings, Christmas, she spent all of it together with Zia and Edward’s families. And even before she was able to meet the two, she celebrated such occasions either locked in her bedroom or outside of the estate, attracting fistfights.

Corresponding to it's season, lately, Noel had been receiving many guests in the form of dwarves and scarecrows, most of them visiting the library to hand Noel pumpkins, instead of reading books. Even so, as an avid reader and the owner of the library, Noel was not offended or angry in the slightest, because he got to see the wonderful cultures of the spirits that were visiting him. Some celebration in some places started earlier in the season while some other went all out in the final month. Even though every kind of spirits have different celebration, they share some similar grand festivities such as Thanksgiving and Halloween. That night, nothing changed much in the library except for the

Tomorrow morning before dawn, crowds of people would overwhelm Stonehenge and celebrate the rising of the sun and the coming of May. May Day is Beltane, meaning the day of the fire. An ancient Pagan festival with Bel being the Celtic God of the sun. The Celts honoured the fertility of the gods with gifts and offerings, sometimes including animal or human sacrifice. Cattle walked through the smoke of the fires and became blessed with health and fertility for the coming year. In Ireland, the fires of Tara were the first ones lit every year at Beltane, and all other fires lit with a flame from Tara.

I shrugged as I walked down the stairs. I could hear his footsteps from behind as he was trying to keep up with my speed. "Tomorrow, there will be a banquet." He muttered as he went quite like he was expecting me to gasp out in shock. "Yeah, every ninth month. They believe it is the harvest moon and they do their so-called celebration and thanksgiving. So, what about it?" I asked as I entered the kitchen finally. Dahlia was there already as she was preparing breakfast. "Oh! Good morning, Morgan." She greeted me as she wore a broad smile.

Jagger caught her eye and winked. "If you want your mug, you're gonna have to get it yourself." The group laughed, remembering the 'curse of the skull mug'. Tyler's laugh was full bodied, and she thought she saw tears at the corners of his eyes. They all had a seat and started passing around the food. Once everyone had their plate full, William stood at the head of the table. "It's a tradition here at Club Heaven Hill every Thanksgiving, we go around the table and tell what we're thankful for. I'll go ahead and start. I'm thankful for the prosperity of the club, and the fact that we've continued to stay relevant in a changing political and economic climate."

The holyday season is upon us. Thanks giving, Christmas and new year; the three best holydays. I am over at MCs’ house talking about this and that. When her mom came and joined us, we changed the subject because we were talking about how she was secretly dating. After a while I decided to go home so when I stood up MCs’ mom called me. “Dear, could we have Thanks giving at your place?” Our tradition is that we have thanks giving at one house one year and the other house the next year. We did thanks giving at my place last year so this year we were supposed to do it at their house but MCs’ mom want to do it at our place again.

Instead, she had begun stepping back little by little, allowing Lyra to make decisions on her own. Today's assignment was perhaps the biggest one yet. The Moon Harvest Festival was the werewolves' equivalent of Thanksgiving—a night set aside to celebrate the season's harvest and give thanks beneath the light of the Moon Goddess. Every pack marked the occasion in its own way, but at the palace, the celebration brought together the entire royal household, the palace staff, their families, and the royal guards. Once night fell, they would gather around enormous bonfires in the woods to share food, drinks, music, and dancing until dawn.

When the fighting was done. --- Thanksgiving came to Pedro's Grove—not the American holiday, but a harvest celebration that had been part of the valley's traditions for generations. The villagers gathered in the community center, bringing dishes made from the last of the autumn vegetables, the final jars of preserves, the first loaves of bread baked with the new season's flour.

“No, I don’t think so. Why? What is it?” “It’s an old Pagan festival. It’s where Halloween came from – it was celebrated on the last day of October, and it marked the end of the harvest season. It was also the night when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest.” “You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?”

But how can I say this, it looks like she hasn’t changed at all since yesterday, or am I missing something? “Where did everyone go?” she then asked. As soon as my lips left the brim, I replied, “At the western town, since the month of autumn will start tomorrow and since the flu outbreak isn’t critical anymore, a thanks-giving celebration is held.” “Thanksgiving?” She spat as she rested her left arm on the back of the chair. “To whom are they offering their thanks?” She lifted her bandaged right hand shoulder-length, a sign for the word ‘who’.