Memories Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

ANEMOIA. Nostalgia for a time you’ve never known. A time yet to be seen but yet desperately yearned for. Growing up, no one ever really paid much attention to Dylan and as time went by, he got used to it. But deep down, he yearned for a time when someone would be so scared of losing him instead of him having fear of being abandoned.

He saw her in front of him, in this dim hallway, on the wall, her lips slightly red from the kiss and something was written in her eyes that he just couldn't identify. As they drove up the hill to the houses, the car jerked and Alissa's knee repeatedly bumped against his. He was happy when Liam parked and quickly opened the door. He absolutely needed a little distance from Alissa, he couldn't lose sight of his task, there was no time for a woman. "We have to get ready now, the Masons are coming in twenty minutes." Joshua noted with a look at the clock and they said goodbye.

I gasped and lifted it to fix. It's an old photo. This is the photo taken on my sixth birthday. I am not mistaken because there is a date written under it. I took the photo and stared at it deeply. I'm trying to remember what happened the day the photo was taken, But I can't bear to remember it. I repeatedly looked at the faces of the people in the photo.

he began trying to calm their nerves. “Her brain was just trying to recall her memories, but her mind was rejecting” he explained but they both stared at him confused. “It's like a feedback mechanism, a negative response” explain further. “Why did it happen after so many years” Jacob asked still worried. “Something must have triggered it, she may have been seeing things that a similar to her memories” he replied. “Daria has no memory here” Jacob said, “we just moved to Romania last year, what could have triggered it” Adi inputted.

Adam’s POV “What trip?” I asked, staring into his eyes. He looked down, avoiding my gaze as he drew invisible objects on the floor with his fingers. “He must have been hit hard on the head, which had caused forgetfulness. His memories are somewhere in there. All we need to do is bring it out. There is a mysterious dust which can only be found at the edges of the mountain. When sniffed into the nostrils, it puts a person into a deep sleep and unlocks the memories hidden somewhere inside him. The person will see visions of his past and will remember straight away once he wakes up. But…” he stopped, shutting his eyes.

It was such a simple method of testing Elena’s identity, and yet he had completely forgotten about it, too caught up in everything else to remember. “Well then,” Kade said, making a decision, “fetch me some mistletoe, will you?”

"If a kiss won't work, how do we save him?" "We must use a two-part combination of herbs and your fated bond," my dad said, a sharp, spark of hope lighting up his hardened features as he reached into a leather pouch on his belt, pulling out an old, yellowed piece of parchment detailing rare botanical mixtures. "We must neutralize the effect of the poison first. There is an ancient, legendary antidote known as the Midnight Root. It is effective for curing any poisoning that has to do with loss of memory. It is a rared flower that grows only in the freezing, monster-infested outer valleys of the Crystalvale peaks, completely hidden in the crags where the sun never shines."

“Kiran, you’ll need to dry at least fifty ounces of mistletoe, crush them to make a tea. The mistletoe needs to cook for two days in a red pot. Never boiling, only simmering. After the two days are up (measure your time carefully, it must be exactly forty-eight hours) pour the liquid through a sift to separate the water and the mistletoe pieces. The clear liquid should be poured into blessed glass containers that seal with a rubber lid. You need to do this on a Thursday. It should stand in direct sun- and moonlight for twenty-four hours. While you wait for the liquid to draw energy from the sun and the moon you need to slice up the root wrapped in the cotton shroud you’ll find in here. Slice

I just have to grab one important thing that is usually not on the list. Mistletoe. Mistletoe can be used as a cure in very small doses but if used incorrectly it can throw a werewolf on its ass in a matter of seconds.It is just my luck mom had some stashed. "You sure it won't hurt him?" "Dont worry Saf, It will only act as a sedative.It's not like I'm using wolfsbane." The conversation with mom went exactly like the one with dad, only Sofia didn't show as much concern as Jack.

“His autopsy report. He was poisoned,” “Okay? What does that mean?” “Its wild mistletoe. He had to be taking it regularly for it to kill him,” He answered swiftly as he passed along a photo of a wild mistletoe and a certain deja vu hit me. “The real culprit is someone he trusts, someone that's like family for him to eat something handed to him,” “I have seen this plant somewhere,” I muttered softly to myself. “What's that?” “I know the plant. I have seen it somewhere recently in this pack but I don't know where,” I answered as I tried to recollect. It became a nagging unpleasant feeling because I couldn't control the urge. I really wanted to know.