The Feast Novel Novels & Stories

"Tell me what’s going on." But she only took a step back, clasping her hands together, as if the matter had already been settled. "Breakfast is waiting," she said simply. "A feast has been prepared." A feast? The word felt wrong in my mouth. The last time we had a feast… No, I didn’t want to think about it. My pulse quickened as a sick feeling curled in my gut. Something was happening. Something they didn’t want me to know until it was too late.

SAMANTHA'S POV The night was too quiet for mourning. The Crescent Moon Pack’s great hall had been transformed into a place of eerie beauty. Long silver drapes floated like ghosts from the high rafters. Dozens of candles flickered in polished iron sconces, their glow casting shadows that danced along the walls like restless spirits. A great feast had been laid out—roasted boar, honeyed root vegetables, goblets of elderberry wine—but no one touched the food.Conversations were hushed, faces drawn. The mourning feast had begun—but no one was truly feasting.

He felt her sigh, a fragile surrender, but he knew her mind wasn't made up. The main hall of the packhouse was filled with the joyful chaos of the great feast. The feast was truly the heart of the celebration. It was more like a communal meal where all packs were meant to mingle, share stories, and simply be in the presence of their brethren. Mere looking at everything going on, it seemed like everyone had let go of their past grudges.

Mom and I usually went for vacation to some other places or when we stayed home, we invited the neighbors over for a large feast in our home. I always love the feeling during this time of the year, the love in the air, the falling snow making everything pure. I love the food and the decorations and then the gifts. The presents, that is my favorite part of the whole season. I don't feel sleepy at all even when it is almost midnight. Me and my restlessness these days have got me getting insomnia. I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people.

Maybe because a part of me wanted to remain here—to keep this new name and let go of the one Nan had given me. Guilt gnawed at me. Nan raised me when these people didn’t want to. She gave me a name she loved dearly, and now I have heard a name that should feel strange and I should hate…I want to keep it. I hate myself for it. Instead of letting this people see me cry, I held back. I wasn’t ready to be vulnerable in front of this people because the way they were looking at me—it was as though they wanted to tear me apart. “Let’s get ready for the feast and allow Raven to rest it must have been a long walk from there. The feast will take place in the dining area at the seventeenth hour—an hour

I had thought the feast was not going to go down well with me but here I was having a lot of fun already even when they seem not to have gone half way to the event of the night. It was nightfall and the courtyard looked like something out of a dream—warm lanterns floated overhead, shining like fireflies, and long wooden tables stretched from one end of the grounds today the other, weighed down with roasted meat, fresh bread, berries glistening with syrup, and sweet wine poured into cups. The kind of moment that made you forget, just for a while, where you really were. Alpha Kieran has proved that he built this pack on strength, and of course secrets. I couldn't have forgotten that.

He was going to bash on her. “ Bella took this maid to the kitchen, I heard that she made awesome and delicious food so today’s feast will be prepared by her only. Prepare food for fifty people here is the Menu. Follow every rule and code of conduct while attending guests.” Falcone ordered and Aspan gaped , he tried tro say something but Falcone ceased

Ashton had grabbed her and pulled her off of me. A girl with hair almost white and blue eyes was all I could think of, thinking I've never seen a girl like that at these galas before. As I entered the building of course I was greeted by Alphas of other packs. There was an intoxicating smell, the smell of cherry blossoms.

Only the green-gowned Fey waited, hovering by the queen's chair at the end of the table, her pale emerald eyes locked on me. "Indeed," Aoilainn said. "You will tell me all of it. While we feast." What was it with monarchs and food? Seriously. The first feast to which I'd been invited wound up with a battle for my demon magic and me and my little sister, Meira, trapped on Demonicon. The second? I almost died, drained by a vampire Queen now resting as a husk of empty in my basement. This one better have a happier ending.

Agatha I met with Selene, the Moon Goddess. My mother kept a lot from me. My mother was not a mere witch. She was to be named the High Priestess of her coven. The Sisters of Eternity. Ophelia, the witch causing the war, is my aunt. She almost killed the other coven members so she can take their power, but my mother ran away. Ophelia wanted to merge their powers so they can have the power that could match that of a deity.