Memories Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

It's as though my consciousness is divided, stuck between the reality of Morgana's lair and the vivid dreamscape that unfolds before me. In the dreams, Mistral Hollow emerges from the depths of my memories, its lush forests and winding paths a sanctuary from the turmoil of my current existence. The ancient trees stand sentinel, their branches reaching skyward. The scent of pine and earth fills the air, carrying with it echoes of a simpler time, when my family roamed these woods. But amidst the tranquility, whispers reach me—reminding me of all that has passed and warning me of the events yet to unfold. There is an emptiness that lingers, however, a void that gnaws at the edges of my consciou

He murmured against my lips causing me to pale. How could he expect me to enjoy myself after being threatened by him? How could our relationship ever be fixed after this? “Don’t worry I have one of my men on standby. I’ll have them set a timer.” Dr. Hickory stated confidently. The mystery of my missing memories was instantly solved within minutes and it was horrifying. Dr. Hickory wasn’t meant to bring back my memories but take them away. That’s why Lucas refused to fire him and accepted me being mad at him because Dr. Hickory was the one that would erase my memories when ever he needed it.

Our first kiss in the woods, the way we’d danced under the moonlight after our claiming ceremony, his eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. But I shouldn’t be able to remember these things. My memories were gone, wiped away, devoured by the Meraloth. How is this happening? I sit up slowly, my breathing shallow, my hands trembling. Tears well in my eyes as more memories pour in, unstoppable. Our wedding day, our claiming ceremony… and then the darker ones. The assault. Cezar’s hands on me, the way I’d fought, the way— Oh gods, it all comes rushing back, everything I’d forgotten, everything I thought was lost forever.

*Holly* I was feeling a lot of things. Between seeing the snow fall outside my window, my sweet little Carol setting her paw on my foot, and the oh-so-many thoughts hissing in my mind about the last week, I could not focus on my homework. Memories of the velvet-suited mystery man kissing me under the mistletoe kept popping up between every sentence in my Information Literacy assignment.

"You don't need to know who. In the Everglades, some secrets are better left buried. What matters is that I can fix it." ​Eve sighed in relief. "Will you help me?" ​"I will," Evena replied. "I can brew a counter potion that will strip the magic from his mind. But the delivery is specific, you must get him to drink this, and then you must kiss him. The magic was anchored through his senses, it must be broken the same way." ​Eve nodded, memorizing his instructions. "How much do I owe you for this? I don't have much with me."

Janet said, her voice getting louder as she got closer to me. If they wanted to avoid being suspected, it was a little too late for that. “How many pints do we need for the next three days? I think we should let her stay off the nectar for some days so she doesn’t lose any more of her memories,” Janet suggested. That was it. The nectar was causing me to lose my memories and Salem was in on it. She had been using moonshade bloom, which was one of the herbs used to make people lose their memories.

I watched as the swirling violet tried to coat me but I batted it away with my magic senses and turned to Asher who was mouth was bit opened up with those swirls pouring out. He wanted me to leave so he could make them forget! I knew this because the mist was lodged in the hippocampus of the Alphas. The part of the brain responsible for memory both long term and short. “No,” I said firmly and glowered at him. Asher stiffened and I saw a momentary panic move across his face. “Leave us, Sage,” he tried again more forcefully. I shook my head. “Stop using your Silver Tongue on us, Asher, it is not going to work.” I replied coldly.

"Sometimes, the mind can bury memories deep within, especially if they're too painful to face consciously. It might not be a single event but a build up of stress, fear, or grief. Your mind might be trying to shield you from something you're not ready to confront. It comes even when facing a thought or idea might be too much for you. Or it could be black magic. If someone planted some blue bleorda at your bedside, or around where you lay your head at night, you could keep losing your memory. Brad took a sip of his tea, his brow furrowed in thought. "But how do I get my memories back? I don't want to live like this, feeling like a stranger in my own life. Besides, I don't think there's a plan

She is almost paralyzed by the scent of mistletoe, a natural herb that is most poisonous to werewolves. Even though Grandma Minama had hurriedly put them away, she still feels the impact of them. But she is perplexed how she can withstand the toxicity. She exchanges pleasantries with Granny Minama, but beneath the surface, she feels a prickling unease. The old woman’s gaze lingered on her longer than usual, as if she can see the turmoil churning within her. “How is she?” Selena finally asks, unable to mask the concern in her voice.

My hand tightened instinctively around his as I steadied myself, Then I saw it. A hidden opening. Behind the waterfall. A cave. The sound of rushing water dulled everything else, like the world outside had been cut off. “Do you remember this too?” Arnold asked. I looked at him, confused. Really confused now. “I don’t know what you want me to remember,” I said slowly. “This is my first time here.” And I meant it. There was no flicker. No memory. Nothing. “It’s fine if you don’t,” he said.