Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

she explained. “Oh,” I guess this rogue issue is more serious than I thought. “What is the celebration about?” I watched as two boys struggled to run a wire around a tall pillar in the middle of the hall. “It’s a yearly Celebration of Thanksgiving to the moon goddess for her protection” “Jade?” I heard Sheila call across the hall. I turned to find her waving me over. The girl I had seen her with the day before was standing by her side, smiling widely at me so much that I began to think her cheeks must be hurting from the huge stretch. I excused myself from Eliana and calmly strode to where they stood.

It was as if she was meant to be by his side. She did not know how to explain it better than that. But she knew that she was not here for anything else than begging the guy for mercy. “Thank you all for being here tonight. The moon festival is a time for joy and celebration. It’s a time to give thanks and adoration to the Moon goddess. It is a time for those who don’t have mates to find their partners. It is a time for the light of the moon to wash us clean from our sins and make us new again. Tonight, we celebrate! Tonight, we become one as a pack! Tonight, we live!” He exclaimed, and everyone cheered at the top of their lungs.

"If I win this competition, I'd be sure to thank you during the festival." Jean Luc paused. "What festival?" Jay's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as if Jean Luc should have known of this information many years ago. "Your festival." "My festival!?" Confused was a vast understatement. Since when was there a festival? "Yes," Jay said, softly. "Uh, it's to celebrate you. It's an annual day to show gratitude and live in Soardina. Think of Thanksgiving, but even more thanks. Many, many people use this chance to show gratefulness for the leader."

She was the only one to stick with me through the years after my pack wrote me off. I didn’t get to eat that day but I got to leave my room. I had only the Moon Goddess to thank for that. She made the Feast of the Moon, an annual celebration to give thanks and make merry amongst packs. For the next week, there would be a lot of food to cook, halls to mop and champagne to serve. Redville would need all the hands she could get so no one kept me locked up for long.

I cried. “Today is laundry day,” he laughed. After a few more beggings and promises to be a good girl today, Hercules slowly put me down, but before he did, he did splash some water on me. “I will get you for that!” I yelled as he ran out of the bathroom. I smiled. He was in a good mood today. He didn’t even remember last night. That was a miracle, but what could be the cause? Then I remembered. Today was Purple Day. It was a day when families, lovers, and friends gathered around and got together. To celebrate their oneness. On the human side, I hear they call it Thanksgiving Day. I thought of Nora, and my heart broke into pieces. We wouldn’t be able to enjoy this year’s own because of Dylan

Everyone is enjoying the food, and to mixed amounts the company also; in fact the only one glaring at anyone is my father in my general direction from time to time, and I can certainly live with that. Things progress like that to coffee and pumpkin pie, when Alice suddenly speaks up, looking all ecstatic and ready to bounce in her chair as she grabs Nate's hand on her left, and Rose's on her right. "We forgot to say what we're all thankful for! Come on, everybody, we need to do this or it's not a proper Thanksgiving!" I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from groaning, but of course no one protests – keeping Alice from her perceived traditions is like stealing a small child's cotton cand

“I’ll do everything I can for them.” While the warriors doubled patrols on Trevor’s order, life inside the pack began shifting toward the holiday season. Thanksgiving was only three weeks away, and Trixie suddenly found herself juggling more responsibilities than ever. She sat at the kitchen table with Luna Helena’s old handwritten notes spread out before her, trying to make sense of ceremonial traditions. “Pumpkin pie is fine for my parents,” she muttered, “but apparently wolves expect roasted venison, cranberry-blood stew, and a ceremony under the moon.” She groaned, dropping her forehead onto the table.

ISLA Chuseok, also known as Korean Thanksgiving Day, is one of the most important and festive holidays of the year. It was the right time for me to bond with my mom after waiting for too long. My stepfather introduced us to the historical way how women in the family would get together to prepare labor-intensive dishes. One of the dishes is called songpyeon or half-moon rice cakes filled with sesame seeds, red beans, brown sugar, chestnuts, or pine nuts.

Tears slowly fell. “Alex, Mother has saved enough money to buy a goat. I’ll choose a catering package for the thanksgiving ceremony. I’ll order the best menu and distribute it to an orphanage. I actually wanted to give it out on the streets, but I’m afraid of running into your father.” Elizabeth gazed at her baby’s photo with deep affection. For Elizabeth, this thanksgiving ceremony was a tradition she had believed in since childhood—a simple celebration of a child’s birth, expressed by sharing food with others. She chose this way so that Alex’s presence could become a blessing for many people.

*** A few days later it was the season giving thanks [thanksgiving] At the Vanpett’s residence “Happy thanks giving” Sandra was all smiles today, this happens to be her favorite holiday “Happy thanks giving. Where is Summer?” Natasha responded “Probably in her room” Sandra walks to the kitchen counter to check on the side dishes that were being prepared “Well can you please go and get her?” “Sure but quick heads up do not mention thanksgiving in front of her” Sandra warned “Why?” “Just don’t do it” Sandra was only trying to avoid future problems