The Feast Novel Novels & Stories

"I was wrong, Mr. Langdon! I was spouting nonsense because I had too much to drink!" Dominic turned to look at me. "You're quite bold, brat. How dare you buy canned sardines and crayfish to be served during my birthday banquet?" I looked into Dominic's eyes and said, "I could only buy those with the 800 dollars that I had, Mr. Langdon. But if I had bought more expensive seafood, then I would be colluding with Steve to pull the wool over your eyes. I only caused a fuss because I wanted you to know his true nature."

C43: The Feast Once the sun disappeared and reddish hues spread across the evening sky, Raine slowly closed the book she had been reading. The room was quiet until the door suddenly opened. Liya rushed inside with bright eyes. “My lady, the feast will begin soon.” Raine blinked and placed the book on the table. “So soon?” Liya nodded eagerly. “Everyone is already preparing.” Raine went to the bathroom attached to her room, she undressed and stepped into the bath that had already been prepared for her.

“I honestly didn’t believe Nana when she said you were taking me to the feast with you.” I don’t answer and give her a curt nod before I open the car door and gesture for her to get in. She settles into the backseat with Nana, practically glowing. I slide in beside Nile in the front, jaw clenched tight and glare at him. We reach the gates of Oscar’s manor not long after. The place is enormous, opulent to the point where it looks like a show of wealth that borders on arrogance. Alpha Oscar and Luna Margery, greet us at the entrance with polished smiles. Oscar is one of the five council members who is throwing this stupid feast.

Walking briskly to my seat, I tried to ignore the appraising scrutiny that Theo gave me, and instead focused on the hall to deviate every unnecessary thought, especially since I’d just committed adultery with him before this feast. The hall was filled with the scent of roasted meats, and freshly cut flowers. The long banquet table stretched across the room, covered with gleaming platters, reflecting the flicker of light from chandeliers above. But none of that was able to drown out the pounding of my heart. “Forgive my tardiness,” I said to the king after I sat down, “I got the message about the feast quite late so I didn’t have enough time to prepare.” He waved it away, forcing a forkful of

“I will survive, and I will protect you.” The rest of the feast passed with heightened vigilance. Every conversation was analyzed, every gesture dissected, every glance measured. The nobles’ polite smiles masked concealed threats, their laughter hid hidden daggers, and every toast carried the weight of potential betrayal. Elara and Kael moved through the storm together, the bond a tether, a guide, and a weapon. By the end of the night, when the final goblets had been emptied and the last whispers died into cautious silence, both were exhausted yet exhilarated. The Feast of Thorns had revealed its true nature: a battlefield disguised as ceremony, a test of perception, cunning, and survival.

Chapter 12: The Feast The feast was held in the courtyard after dusk. The long tables lining the four-sided expanse were draped in blue silk with gold embroideries and overladen with a variety of dishes. The familiar smells of freshly baked rolls, steamed fish and roasted chickens intermingled with the more exotic aromas of spiced wild meat and rare cheeses. An oval table had been placed at the centre of the courtyard. It was a highly visible spot and therefore a place of prominence.

Feyre’s POV The morning of the feast was filled with activity and as soon as I stepped out of my room, I couldn’t find a moment of peace. I’d slept fitfully the night before, tossing and turning into the early hours of the morning, unable to get my mind to stop imagining what the coming day would bring. Would it hold the same sort of blatant debauchery as that hunting party contained? Or were these specially selected guests far too dignified to do their dirty deeds in public?

My inner beast feels like an absolute coward, unable to openly challenge the Afolayan mark to claim his heart, forcing my hand to run covert operations just to make Chika recognize my worth. "My calculations suggest Rebekah is holding the missing keys to this conspiracy. Her behavioral patterns are completely irregular. I will keep hunting her trackers for the sake of your unit," I promise. After a long, heavy pause, Chika lets out a tired sigh over the frequency. "Thank you, Malik. My unit will host a massive feast for your squad once this blood feud is fully resolved." I give a sharp nod to the empty cabin. "Consider it a contract. Order the most expensive raw cuts from the northern territ

The Feast The great hall of Celestia Pack glowed with torchlight and laughter, though for Evandra, every sound seemed distant under the pounding of her heart. The long tables brimmed with roasted meats, honey-drizzled breads, and fruits jeweled in crystal bowls. The air was thick with the scents of spice and smoke, of wolf and wine. She sat at the head table beside Lefu, her place marked not just by silk and ceremony, but by the weight of every gaze in the room.

Aric was in a black suit, matching my dress; he looked good too. “Lead the way; we don’t want to arrive at the end of the feast now, do we?” The feast was all what I imagined and more. Lots of food, lots of people, women in dresses, men in suits and tuxedos. My eyes trailed round the hall, in search of one person. And then I perceived the scent.