Memories Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

​“Then we win the right way. We win through the Mirror.” ​I walked over to the medical kit I had dropped during the fight. I pulled out a small, crystal vial containing a shimmering, translucent liquid. ​“What is that?” Liam asked. ​“Blood-memory,” I whispered. “It’s a forbidden tonic. I learned it from a rogue shaman in the South. If I drink this and enter the Mirror, I can project not just my soul, but the literal memory of what happened in this room. The Council won’t just see our love, Liam. They’ll see the blades Kaelen sent for your son.”

After a short rest, they sat down again and put their helmets back on. Mr. Wilson gently wiped away my tears and began another round of hypnosis. “Miss Lily,” he said in a calm voice, “you and Miss Emily are sisters. Tell me, what is the one thing you remember most clearly about her?” The thing I remembered most clearly? My memories began to blur, and the dream twisted into chaos. I couldn’t steady it right away because there were too many moments burned into my mind, each one sharp and impossible to forget. They surfaced in fragments, scattered and broken.

Nira and Mira grew quiet. “Memory…” Nira whispered after a long, agonizing minute, the word dropping like stone into the water. “A toxin that targets the mind and the thread while leaving the flesh flawless…” Mira murmured, her voice tight with a sudden recognition. “I remember hearing of something like this... many winters ago.” “Where, Mira?” I demanded, stepping directly against the edge of the altar, the anticipation making my breath shallow. “What text? What kingdom?” “I... I can't remember,” Mira admitted, her spirit rippling with frustration that made everyone in the circle tighten their jaws.

I should have brought a coat. I climb into my car and start the engine. The heater kicks on, blowing cold air that will eventually warm up. I pull out of the lot and head toward home. ***** I'm not paying attention. That's the only reason I take the turn onto Maple Street instead of going straight. Muscle memory from when I used to meet colleagues for dinner before everything went to hell. The light turns red and I brake, my mind still on the files I need to review tomorrow. That's when I see it.

— We have a lot to buy and we still have to buy the food for supper. —Yes, I really need to still find the perfect Peru. - I reply walking. After the purchase of the pine, we still buy the mistletoe in the same place. The mistletoe is a plant that has oval leaves of smooth edges in pairs along its stem and we always hang it right at the entrance of the door and when two people who are under mistletoe must kiss to celebrate with love the resurrection of Balder, a Nordic god, but in fact no one in my family is a Balder worshipper, we just put the mistletoe to spread and light the flame of the couples who participate in our party.

“Between the stone, between the moments. This is a path woven from memory itself. Look.” He pointed. Floating in the mist around them were hazy, shifting images. A glimpse of the silver tree in full bloom, sunlight dappling through its leaves. The sight of the first Serelai laughing, her hand resting on the tree’s trunk. A flash of the titans walking, their heads brushing the clouds. They were not solid visions, but echoes, like reflections on moving water. “The mountain’s memories,” Liora breathed. She could feel them, not just see them. A flicker of joy from the grove, a rumble of deep contentment from the titans. It was a river of feeling, and they were walking through it.

“It’s called the Memory Veil. It fills the empty spaces history left behind—the parts that were lost or erased. When it shows up, it means the past and the present are beginning to collide against each other.” I frowned. “And what does that mean for us?” “It means the past is drawing closer,” she said quietly. “When this mist rises, different timelines aren’t as separate as they should be.” I looked back at the window, uneasy. “And if it touches us?” “If someone from our time breathes in too much of it, it won’t end well,” she replied. “Best case, they pass out. Worst case…” She paused. “They might drift into memories that don’t belong to them. And once you wander too far into another time,

Luke asked. “Did you say green, like dark green” Leo’s eyes sparkler trying to figure out what it was. “Yes, do you know it?” “You were shot with mistletoe yesterday” Leo asked with such awe in his eyes. “You are telling me that was mistletoe” Luke asked. “Yes, how are you still alive?” he questioned. “Am I supposed to be dead?” “Mistletoe is the deadly substance to Lycan and wolves, it has different variety but the dark green is the most deadliest. Just a dose can kill a Lycan. Are you telling me that you have been attacked using Mistletoe twice” Leo asked him.

She shouldn't remember anything now. "Thank you for your help, Dex. Now I just need fairy dust from the queen of the fairies and then we can turn everything into the crystal we need for Ash. You don't know how much this mess to me." She smiled at me as she held the vile up at me. Inside the vile was the light blue mist that emits while we sing. It's that mist that buries itself deep into the mind. It keeps the song going even after it's done being sung. It seems the memory is staying tucked away for now.

"I… I don’t remember." I let out a slow breath, forcing my face to stay neutral. The Moonshade Herb had worked. A rare plant known for clouding recent memories, erasing the last few hours like ink smudged from a page. I had ground it into a fine powder and slipped just enough into his drink before he woke up. He would feel a little groggy, maybe disoriented, but none the wiser. "You collapsed." I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping my voice even. "One second, we were talking, and the next, you just hit the ground."