Pagan Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

The word Samhain seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recollect what it was. “What is Samhain?” I asked. “Samhain is a pagan religious festival originating from an ancient Celtic spiritual tradition. During that time, the gateway between this world and the Otherworld would be penetrable. Demons could easily crossover without being summoned,” he said, and I realised the danger it presented. “When is it?” I asked, hoping we had time. “Exactly two weeks from now,” he answered, and I sighed. That meant we had to race against time itself to stop Samael before he could succeed...

He took his seat and nodded for everyone to take their seats. He nodded at Queen Selena who stood up and cleared her throats "You are all welcome to the moon festival ceremony, the one time all supernaturals are regarded as one. Firstly, we will start with the thanksgiving ceremony and I'll start........Am thankful for my best friends and my pack" She sat down and Axel stood up "Am thankful for Hunter, my best friend who is my number source of living and happiness, am also thankful for my pack, my clan, and my country".h

The giant wolf holiday where the moon turns magically red and everyone gathers together to thank the Moon Goddess for things. Last life I'd watched it from a distance because standing around praying never seemed like a productive use of my time. And it still doesn't. I'm an atheist. “The Bloodmoon marks the night the Moon Goddess first blessed our kind,” Alaric says, setting down his fork, the warm light from the chandelier catching against his watch as he folds his hands loosely on the table. “Every year wolves gather to give thanks for the year behind them and seek blessings for the year ahead. Every pack gathers. Families return home. Oaths are renewed. Disputes are settled before the moo

She pushed me on a chair opposite Gabriel and Edith. “Gabriel told us about it. They called it thanksgiving, and everyone on the country was celebrating it right now.” She continued. Fatma then sat beside me, “So, we decided to have our own thanksgiving.” I saw Edith share a giggle with Gabriel. “But… I mean how did you manage to have all these foods?” It was not a lot, but it was befitting us, and it was the first time that I had witnessed a lot of foods sitting on one table for me.

Leo settled back into his chair, accepting a slice of the pie Anna had insisted on making despite her fatigue, and let himself be drawn back into the warmth of conversation and connection. Later, after the dishes were done and their guests had either departed or settled into the guest rooms, Leo and Silas sat on their deck, wrapped in blankets and watching the stars emerge in the clear November sky. "Best Thanksgiving ever," Leo said, echoing the words he'd spoken on their first anniversary. "The first of many," Silas agreed. "I can already see it—next year, with more people, more stories, more reasons to be grateful." Leo nodded, already planning the harvest festival they'd discussed. It wo

Though I was feeling guilty for not telling her the truth it was good for her. After finishing dinner and washing the dishes, I made my way upstairs. As it was the last week of November, it was very cold outside. Ashley told me that the Italians don't celebrate Thanksgiving. But her son comes home every Christmas vacation and celebrates Christmas with her. So I would miss Halloween and Thanksgiving as the criminal family never celebrates the days. I was so upset about it because the previous years were so fun and we used to arrange parties and picnics to celebrate the days. The people of Capaccio started decorating the town for Christmas with beautiful colorful lights and Christmas trees eve

Wes turned around in his seat and says, "You were in the group Mike introduced me to at lunch, Karen, right?" "Yes..." I go to turn away from him, but he places his hand gently on my arm and says, "What's all this chatter about some celebration?" I smile, "Every year on one of the full moons, we hold a celebration to thank the moon goddess for a prosperous and uneventful year..." "Moon Goddess? Why her?" "I don't know. It is something that was arranged by the Elders many years ago and we just keep it going..."

There is a huge stage to the far end of the backyard and there are several small tents placed all around. The colour theme is shimmery white with blue. The flowers, lights and even the curtains of the tents are of the same theme. Soft music is blaring from the speakers. "Wow" Hera whispered with awe. Logan gave a small smile. This is how the Blood moon pack used to celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving and new year. But after Xander came, he prohibited all kinds of celebrations to be held on the pack grounds, which made everyone disheartened. No one has the guts to convince their Alpha, so they silently followed the orders, even though none of them liked it. Lycans and Wolfs likes to celebrate.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner and neither one of us has family here, except my brother. Before I met Antonio, Amy, Chad, Joe, Austin and I always had a Friendsgiving. This year, I’ve been through so much hell that I just wanted to have the holidays with my husband. We are finally able to go on that trip that we were at one time planning.

True they hated zombies, but they may have mercy on two little princes running for their lives. Panting, he picked up his brother and looked back. The city he loved was gone. The laughter and happiness of the festival had been replaced by chaos and rage. He would come back someday to save it, but first he had to survive. He started running again. ***** “Are you ready for your ceremony, Mother?" Mortava asked as she entered the Moon Goddess's chamber. "Yes, my dear." The Goddess smiled. "The Feast of the Gray has always been one of my favorite celebrations, especially this year. I have so many blessings to bestow upon your people."