The Feast Novel Novels & Stories

“No matter how much she’s hurt me, Otsana is the only one I love.” Leaning back, I let the water lap at my skin, my thoughts a tangled mess of anger, longing, and determination. The battle with Grayson was imminent, but the war in my heart was far from over. —-- The grand feast hall hummed with lively chatter as other pack Alphas and council of elders indulged in the lavish spread. Ornate chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden tables laden with a bounty of food. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats, spiced wines, and freshly baked bread, blending with the murmur of voices and occasional bursts of laughter.

His hand rested on Ella's shoulder. "Ready to eat?" I asked. "Starving," Ella said. Thomas nodded at me. "That was quite a declaration you made." "She deserved to be acknowledged." "Yes, she did." Thomas studied me. "Take care of her." "Always." The feast hall was chaos. Long tables overflowed with food. Roasted meats. Fresh bread. Vegetables and fruits. Desserts piled high. Barrels of wine and mead lined the walls. Wolves filled every available seat. Talking. Laughing. Celebrating.

‎ ‎ ‎But bound to these tables were men and women—chopped, sliced, and laid out like a horrific banquet. ‎ ‎ ‎"I'd say you came on a good day to make your request," the woman noted as she glided ahead of us, her voice echoing off the high stone ceiling. "We are throwing a feast." ‎ ‎ ‎She stopped, turning her painted face back to me. "Speak. Do you like to feast with us?" ‎ ‎ ‎My stomach churned violently, a bitter taste rising in the back of my throat. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I have a... peculiar taste in food," I forced out.

FREYA’S POV Just like every other evening, I was busy with a book I had been deeply engrossed in for days when Hailey and Lacey rushed in to notify me of the Alpha’s verdict about hosting a feast for all the packs under him. Since I wasn’t the party type, I was not interested in the information and only nodded when I was told. They kept giggling and talking about how they love the pack’s feasts because of foods that will be made available and also since there are several strangers coming in, they might have a good time with any good looking one amidst them.

We have a quick shower and get dressed for the feast, I decided to wake Breda and convince her to join us, I didn’t want her to wake up in a strange room alone. The three of us join the rest of the fam in the feast which by the way is incredible I have no idea how they managed to convince the hotel to keep staff on and cater to our feast at such a late hour, its pushing midnight and I am pretty damn sure my parents didn’t book the entire hotel just for us so I would say there will be noise complaints with the racket we are all making… oops. We fill our bellies with as much food as we can then play some games then we sit down and talk about our memories with Ragnar.

Because of the mysteries behind her birth and parents’ deaths, she’d not known about this, and would now get to know them by hosting the initial Yule feast on the pack lands. Edith had been helping alongside so many others to work to make this a Yule they would remember. With so many things changing within the supernatural community, old fears and aversions needed a closer look about if they still held true. Like this coming feast, many other groups were coming together for the first time to celebrate. “Allan, I’m done here, so I’m going to head up and see what the girls have going this afternoon. Oh, how freeing this feels. Maybe we can continue working like this in the New Year.”

She was all over him, stroking his hard manhood while he was relieving her with his fingers. “No.” He pushed her down. “Let’s go.” Eloisa thought that it would be a bad place but to her surprise. It was a manor. With farms, little community. Everyone had gathered. They brought up the meat and there’s a piglet being grilled whole. She gaped upon seeing this. Most of them were omegas with their other half. Then, the big table was served with a lot of meats, fruits, fish… is it a feast? “Eli!” Gracey ran to her crying and hugged her tightly. Eloisa pressed her lips trying hard not to cry but she hugged her sister tightly. It was her fault anyway. That she had gone through a lot.

The city lights reflected off the water, casting gentle ripples of gold across their faces. Serena found herself smiling at how naturally William moved, cutting food, checking temperatures, wiping little hands without being asked. They worked in quiet sync, as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Caelen sat beside Serena, leaning into her arm as she carefully spooned soup to him. Across from them, William helped Caelia, patiently waiting for her to finish chewing before offering another bite. "Wow, this is really delicious!" Caelric said, his mouth messy as he eagerly ate on his own.

____ ____ The Trade Feast began the next day. The Trade Feast was a competition in which any family who came first was to be crowned the Conqueror of the Trade Feast and awarded gifts by the end of the Feast. Today, the judging criteria was the family with the most sale. Many of the villagers of Kaytegun were gathered at the Village Square under their wooden stalls with roofs made out of palm tree leaves, with their hunting produce on display, along with the fur and leather cloth that had been made out of the skin of the animals they had captured, while their wine barrels in the innermost part of the stall.

She sees the long dinner table and the mansion’s maids starting to prepare with what seemed to be a feast. Scrumptious meals lay in front of her, and it was only then she realized how starving she’s been. She hasn’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours now, and all the food in front of her seems to be calling to her. It was literally an Arabian feast with all the food that’s laid in front of her. One by one, each dishes showcased a story. A delicate and intimate symbol of how she has painstakingly read through all the books that were given to her.