Romans & histoires Memories Of Mistletoe

"I've been asking myself that same question since I heard it." "Mistotle is supposed to be extinct. No, wrong wording. It is supposed to have been destroyed completely. Didn't the formal Alpha king destroy it when he found out it was more lethal to our kind than wolfsbane?" Nancy mused, pacing back and forth as she glared at the vials on the table. "That's why it is surprising that he was being poisoned by it." "And that's why we couldn't identify the poison in his system," Nancy interjected. "Mistletoe poison, according to records, is said to be odourless and colourless, and it takes a special procedure to check if something contains it."

Gordon said pretending to be alright to make her not to worry so much about him. “Alright Papa, see you later. *** “Mistletoe, when taken in large quantities causes hallucinations in every species, it doesn’t matter if it’s a werewolf, witch, fox devil, demon or even a human, they all just keep dreaming on. About two hundred years ago, I went to a party as a maiden to sexually satisfy the men that went to war, I was forced by my father because he wanted the money they paid to those who slept with the men. At that period I was in love with Edward, I didn’t want some stupid party and my father’s selfishness to spoil what we had, so I found a way around it. I found a man that looked like the ri

“I present to you, Huginn and Muninn. They represent thought and memory. May you always think before you act and let your memories guide you when you are in doubt.” Mary stepped forward. “I present to you, Triskelion, so that you may be granted the wisdom of the gods.” She placed the three interlocking horns at Adara’s feet. Claudia stepped forward. “I present to you, mistletoe, to burn so that you are never caught unaware like Balder was.” She handed the mistletoe to Adara and leaned in closer. “Burn it,” she whispered. Adara turned and threw the mistletoe into the fire.

Gamma Brent asked undoubtedly of her abilities. “Why don’t you just watch and see” She forced Ash’s mouth open and poured the liquid in, Gamma Brent helped him up so that he could swallow it and they laid him back down. In an hour, Gamma Brent watched the veins all over his body began to disappear and he was stunned. “Uhhhm, do you think mistletoe can paralyze a person?” he asked concerned about his mate. “Yes, if inhaled. Why ask?” She replied. Gamma Brent had no choice than to take him out of the room to explain to her everything that had happened after his return.

She had never felt so at peace in so long. Trevor swallowed. "My beta thought she was engaging in suspicious activities so he began to monitor and spy on her. Though, I didn't believe it at first and my reaction was quite… undiplomatic. I later realized after the spell had been broken. My b Beta had her served a drink that contained the red mistletoe. One of the rarest mistletoes. The spell was broken as soon as she became weak." Geneva turned to look at him. Her eyes studied his face from his hair that had fallen on his face to his high brows to his stormy gray eyes that held mystery to his aquiline nose to his lip, fuller than the usual German man.

Since he was here, he had to get something out of it. “I don't remember what he looks like, but I remember a special smell. It was very unpleasant. I’ll recognize him if I see him again,” the mist said nervously, afraid that Philip would be unhappy with his answer. Philip nodded. It was within his expectations. The blue mist was very young and had been imprisoned for thousands of years, so some memory loss was to be expected. “In that case, let’s explore the place. If you feel anything special, remember to tell me.”

Sometimes I would stop while grinding herbs and just stare at the walls, wondering who I really was and where I came from. Whenever I asked Solen if she thought I’d ever get my memories back, she would smile softly and say, “The moon goddess will guide you, my child. Just be patient.” She often gave me herbal teas that were supposed to help with memory recovery, but they usually gave me headaches and strange flashes. Sometimes I’d have short visions that never made sense. Sometimes I’d see a palace, a forest,or even a group of warriors. One of those teas must have caused the dream I just had.

In their language. “Memory is not what remains. It is what returns.” Eleni whispered, “It’s a gate.” Jessica looked stunned. “A gate to what?” Lena rose. “That’s the wrong question.” “Then what’s the right one?” Jessica asked. Lena stepped forward. “What do we still owe the ones we forgot?” They made camp that night beside the field. The pools hummed faintly in their sleep. Eleni collected one fungal bloom and placed it in her journal, sealing it between layers of rice paper and silence.

"A nagging sense that I'm forgetting something important. It's been gnawing at me since last night after you shared everything with us about Gregor, Selene... everything. And it is making both me and my wolf restless." Merope turns to face me, her eyes sharp and knowing as if she can understand what I am saying... or trying to say. The silence between us deepens, and the soft rustle of leaves and the chirping of distant birds are the only sounds filling the room. "Memories have a way of hiding," she says gently, her fingers brushing over a delicate sprig of mint. "Especially when they are painful or intertwined with things we are not ready to face." She snaps her gaze to me. "Or it is possib

The mist expanded, flattening out like a massive, holographic mirror, displaying a vivid, moving image directly in the air. It was the Memory-Linking, a rare, sacred magic that forced the subconscious mind to project its truest, deepest memories for everyone to see. The gray mist shifted, and suddenly, a scene from five years ago materialized in perfect, crystal-clear detail. The image showed the grand staircase of the Alonso Manor. A younger Amora, heavily pregnant and looking exhausted, was walking down the steps holding a tray of tea. From the shadows behind her, Katherine appeared. Her face was twisted in pure, venomous jealousy. With a sudden, violent shove, Katherine slammed both of he