Memories Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

Now all I need is to remember the memories which were erase, and what part of it can solve the question about the note I saw inside the wedding gift. ‘Did I really kill my mom?’ My eyes diverted back to the papers on my hand. I didn’t notice at first but it seems there’s still one more note behind. So I flipped the other page and saw my mom’s handwriting. I read it again. [Unfortunately, I discovered that the Celine X medicine I made isn’t still perfect. It can erase someone’s memory but it might probably come back. People who intake the medicine will still remember some part of their erased memories if they have any contact with the main ingredients of the drug - The Kentoki flower. And to

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.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

Everybody had heard about that plant, but not everyone had personally seen it for it was rare. Light of Memory is a special red plant with toxic leaves. The flowers, when mixed with another special plant, are said to make people who forgot remember their memories, while the leaves, when boiled and drunk its residue, are said to make them forget. On the other hand, if anyone drinks the dew that comes from this plant, they surely would be paralyzed, their mind and heart would freeze despite being alive. In other places, it was called the Dew of Memory. “That flower is a rare plant, how did this man take it?” Gaia asked, voice stern and cold.

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

"I forgive you this time. I miss you so much and I don't want to argue with you." I nodded my head and returned his tight hug. "How about you tell me what you found out in Taewe." Now that he mentioned it, my mind began to recall the events from our quest. "Well... I found out the truth about the tree in my dream. It's an ancient tree called Sotìras. The enchantress said that the tree took some of my memories of the past, the bad ones to be exact and she said that if I want to regain my memories, I need to find the tree."

The man who refuses to let it win. *Maybe.* I turn to the Mist Queen. "If we give you these memories, can we ever get them back?" "Memories are fluid things," she says. "They can be recovered, if you know where to look. But they will never be quite the same as they were." It's not a no. But it's not reassuring either. "I need to confer with my bond-mate," I say. The Mist Queen gestures graciously. "Take your time. But know that the dark moon rises in two nights. If you wish to enter the temple, you must decide soon."

“Master of memories and keeper of forgotten truths.” A collective gasp rippled through the crew as they drew weapons, but found themselves physically rooted, unable to move as the tendrils of mist coiled around them, rooting them in place. “Your memories are mine to reshape,” Mnemosyne declared with a cruel smile, each word layered with sinister undertones that clawed at their psyches. “Let us see what truths you hide beneath the surface.” The crew's hearts raced, pounding like war drums in their chests as the glowing mist enveloped their foreheads, and an icy grip seized their minds.

The white and green pastel pallet covers my body for the first time I came to this place. “Just say anything to him and he will believe it”, he says and I scrunch my brows. “The potion is not just a sleeping potion, it is also a mist concoction that alters the memory, according to the senses or especially the smell around him.”, I frown not understanding what he means. Max pulls me by the waist, resting his head on my shoulders.

I swung the sword at the mist, the air cracking around me. Pale lightning burst from the blade, ripping a clean gash through the fog. The miasma shrieked. The world shuddered. And the fog—The endless, suffocating fog—split apart in a single, blinding flash. When the haze cleared, my breath hitched. There it was. The tree from Maureen’s final days. The same twisted roots. The same silver‑leafed branches. The same soft shimmer on its bark. I froze. I wasn’t sure if it was real, or another memory the miasma was forcing me to see.