Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

"We will. “He said, as they got up and went to the cafeteria. Meanwhile. Sometime later. They were getting ready for the chrysanthemum festival. I couldn't say which calendar to follow, the problem was that the priests of Zarathanis followed the same calendars as the Asians, I mean, the Chinese and Japanese, the problem with following a millennial calendar was that only they and the Chinese and Japanese followed that same calendar, which was used in their festivals... The use of these festivals in their decorations were the same as various Asian superstitions, I mean the chrysanthemum, there was a subculture and even a subdivision of Zarathanis, which was as much following the chrysanthemum

My mom raised up her hands indicating that she had something that she wanted to say and stood up “ I want to specially thank you all for coming and deciding to spend thanksgiving in my husband house even though this wasn’t the tradition that we normally do in this family but I am most grateful that I was able to do this . “ first off , I want to say a big thank you to shuan if it weren’t for him none of us would be here , I think that he made all of this to be possible and also one of the many reasons why I wanted a lot of us to be here is because I have something to share with everyone of us and I want all of you to have and partake in our joy “ “ So today being Thanksgiving , my husband an

asked Dad. Flash backward to five minutes ago. Dad was talking about how Full Moon was approaching. We would do another celebration, but it was the sixth year for our family to celebrate alone as we moved away from Grassmere, where most of Dad’s tribe resided. “I did, but do we have to do that every year?” I groaned. “Of course, Honey. It is to show our gratitude to the Moon Goddess for blessing us every day,” replied Mom. “You should be happy that we don’t do it every freaking Full Moon like we did in Grassmere,” Nathan intruded.

You have become such a beauty! And I really forgot about the holiday. Thanksgiving is celebrated by all werewolves: wolves, foxes, and bears - this is gratitude to the Creators for salvation, for not leaving their creatures to die and still do not leave them, helping someone with a word, someone with a deed, someone with advice. And although my mother and I never received help from these very Creators, we still celebrated this holiday every year on January 7th and, unlike the New Year, mother never went anywhere.

The very next day, his son was healed. In his gratitude, Alpha Killian decided to create a special ritual that his people could perform every year as a way of giving thanks to the goddess. On the day of Thanksgiving, the villagers would gather in the goddess's temple and begin the ritual. They would all light a candle in the shape of a heart and say a prayer of thanks to the goddess for her kindness. Alpha Killian would also make a special offering to the goddess. He would bring a basket of food and supplies to the temple, and everyone in the village would share in the bounty. This simple but heartfelt gesture was a way of expressing their appreciation to the goddess for healing their belove

Raiden’s pov Although we don’t celebrate Christmas, because you know, we don’t believe in Jesus or God, we do have our own celebration. Our celebration is rooted in pagan holidays such as Saturnalia, the winter solstice, and Yule, which also serve as the basis for Christmas, but we won't delve into that. The lights, the tree, the gifts—it's all there. Just no Santa and definitely no nativity stable and stuff. But I was working to a point…

Cain mumbled, loud enough for all to hear, as he walked down the stairs of the throne podium. "I agree with the Alphas. It is our tradition," Elder Gavin said firmly. "It's a day of thanksgiving to the Moon Goddess. A day that reminds the pack who we are. If we cancel it, then the killer want to instill in us wins." Kael muttered, his voice was calm, yet steady enough to silence the hall. He also stepped forward, setting his feet in the third stairs. "All these years, this festival has symbolized unity and protection. If we suddenly hide in our homes, what message are we sending our people?"

“Why is that still continuing? Your old King is already defeated, a new one is going to ascend, did you even request his approval?” The man looks taken aback but seems unaware of the man he’s talking to. I could tell because of how curious yet unafraid he seemed. “Well, the new one hasn’t been proclaimed yet, so he has no say on this. It has been our tradition for centuries for our provider, the Greek God, Dionysius. It is just a Thanksgiving festival, why would he not approve it?”

Before I knew it my vision went black and I had woken up with a pit in my stomach. I dreaded today. It was Moon Harvest. The holiday of celebrating the Moon Goddess and showing her our gratitude. I needed to find a way to leave early from the celebration before Xavier realized I didn’t have a wolf. I refused to let my dream foreshadow what was to come. Tonight’s festivities would start with a feast at the temple of the Moon Goddess. All in the surrounding packs were invited to come. We would eat, dance, and say all that we were thankful for. The grand finale to the celebration was a kingdom wide shift into all of our wolves.