The Feast Novel Novels & Stories

“Good. Prepare your parts. Tell no outsider of our plans. The feast will be joy… but it will also be a test.” The elders stood with him, their voices joining in a low murmur of agreement. And though the hall emptied slowly, the air was heavy. For every man and woman there knew—this year’s Feast of Moons might bring not only celebration, but blood.

Riley was really happy with her life now, though she was a maid, she was appreciated here and Dolph was starting to welcome her. “So, why don’t you tell me more about this feast, Dolph?” She asked two days later when Lucas left the pack and it was just her and Dolph in the mansion. Dolph stared at her, “You don’t know what the feast is about?” He asked. She shook her head innocently, “How can I?” He slapped a palm on his forehead, “Oh dear, I forget that shit each time, you’re not one of us.” He adjusted on the sofa he sat on and gestured for her to sit.

Then I sat down to wait for nightfall. Tonight, the summit would begin. Tonight, Colin planned to kill me. But maybe, just maybe, I had other plans. The feast was held in the great hall, transformed by hundreds of candles and elaborate decorations. The long table groaned under the weight of roasted meats, exotic fruits, and wine that probably cost more than most people earned in a year. I stood at the entrance, dressed in Colin's burgundy gown, my hair arranged in elaborate braids. The serving girls had painted my face, lined my eyes with kohl, made me look like something between a queen and a courtesan.

"What I want to know is the emphasis on what you just said. What did you mean by feast? Who is having a feast?" Hannah licked her dry lips as she bent down and picked up the book she had dropped. She ran her hands softly over the hard cover as she said, "His Grace asked that we prepare a feast this night." "A feast? For this night?" Emily frowned. "Why does he want to have a feast for this night? Who is going to eat all of this?"

Percy planned a celebration. “No arguments,” she said, holding a spoon like a sword. “We’re having a feast. The biggest one this pack has ever seen.” I laughed. “Isn’t it too soon?” “It’s never too soon to celebrate life,” she replied with a smile. And she meant it. The feast was held three days later. All of Brimstone came. Tables were set under the open sky. Long, wooden tables covered in white cloth. There was food everywhere,roasted meats, fruits, sweet breads, soups, pies, honey, and fresh milk. Barrels of juice and wine stood tall in the corners.

She didn't know if it was because she and Jason had been acting like strangers for the past two days or because today is the feast. In a simple peach button up blouse and very dark red pencil skirt, she ran down the stairs to ensure everything concerning the food was set. Servants carried out heavy trays, coolers, and utensils to set up on the field. Pack members were beginning to show up. Loud chattering filled the air. The feast was scheduled to begin at sunset with the theme "Let's breathe at Dinner." June gave it that theme. And majority were yet to understand it. All June had craved for these past two days was a breath of fresh air. In the kitchen, admist the heat oozing from the cooker

“I swear, my Benji can squeeze a nickel so hard the buffalo poops. And when you’re buying sleeping powder and furniture polish, you can’t go cheap! Only the best will do. And this was far, far from the best. So . . . here we still are.” Her eyes scanned the plates—the good china, of course—lined up and waiting with anniversary food. “Well, I don’t know about you, Mr. Peabody, but I’m done with this rabbit food. On to the next course?” With a smile, Peabody nodded with a glance toward Benji. Benji sat silent, red staining his chin, his eyes on the ceiling above Marta. And Marta, ignoring the chaos that was Eidolon, reached for the cheese plate.

Chapter 82 Tonya The feast after the wedding was like nothing I had ever seen. Tables filled the clearing outside the Moon Temple. Lanterns on trees burned bright, and the smell of roasted meat, sweet breads, fruits, pastries and beverages mixed with the sound of music and laughter. Everyone looked joyous. Some began dancing around the fire pits, singing songs. Children ran around everywhere. It was as if the New Moon pack had erupted in happiness after a long time. And all this time, I didn’t see Mandy. Honestly, I didn’t care.

But now, I was their Luna, and they treated me with a respect that still felt unfamiliar. Some still acted awkward around me, but they no longer rushed away when I approached and a few people even approached me first for conversations. The feast was a lively affair, the air filled with laughter and the smell of roasted meat and fresh bread. For a moment, just a moment, it was easy to forget the chaos outside our borders, to lose myself in the warmth and camaraderie of the pack. I allowed myself that small comfort, at least for the time being.

The title read ‘Holidays of the Continent’ by some author he didn’t recognize. “And what is it that you’re looking for?” Ivan’s head popped up from behind a bookshelf, surprised to see his friend. “Kassio! Maybe you can help me. You’ve travelled quite a bit, what do you know of the Feast of Ephranella?” “The Feast? Not much. I know it’s celebrated by many cultures, symbolizing success in the harvest as well as family and unity… It’s a very northern tradition, especially when harvests get harder due to the harsher climate. You won’t find it in any book in this library, considering your grandfather wiped anything related to the Romanovs.” Ivan slumped against the bookshelf in defeat. Orlov sig