Mistletoe Books Novels & Stories

This whole place was starting to look like a maze. “I just have to get out of here soon,” he mumbled to himself. He wasn’t a fan of books, but he was going to do all he could to make sure that he found the truth. Finally, he settled on 4 big books that were laced with images of tree monsters. They were actually a thing, and it was crazy that no one had realised this till now. He pulled the books to the nearby table and dumped them on it. One had a lock, and he skipped that since he didn’t have a key. Focusing instead on the other smaller books.

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

Soft rugs made from animal furs covered the stone floor. On the table, Ayla spotted a small pile of books, a bouquet of flowers, and a basket with fruits. She had never seen flowers like these; they were small, white, and delicate, and the petals were in the form of a bell. She picked the bouquet up and smelled them— the scent wasn’t familiar to her, but she loved it. She put the flowers back on the table and decided to look at the books. There were five in total, three about medicinal plants and flowers from all over the continent, and the other two contained stories and myths about the gods. “Oh, Milton! Thank you!” Ayla said, hugging one of the books to her chest. She hoped Milton wouldn’

"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."

It will be the 2nd book to Brandon and Misty story and, their new life as rogues. Go have a read and leave a comment, thanks and enjoy!!)))

The air smelled like old paper and moth balls. “This is the restricted section,” she said, gesturing to the shelves. “Most of these books are centuries old, filled with knowledge that’s been forgotten—or maybe even deliberately hidden. If there’s any information about the spell blocking your wolf, it’ll be here.” We spent the next hour combing through the shelves, pulling down books with titles like Ancient Curses and Their Remedies and The Lost Art of Mating Rituals. More than once Gertrude fell into sneezing fits from the dust, her glasses falling off her face, and the faint scent of mildew was giving me a headache, but we didn’t stop searching.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

Clarrise answered. "Then perhaps you're looking for the wrong book," Nereza said suggestively. "What book should we look into then? We really think that the book in Bella's dream is mystical because of the way she describes it," Ayla uttered with perplexity. Nereza went silent for a while, thinking of the possible answer. "How about the Ancient Book of Mystic? Maybe you'll find something in it," she finally replied. The three of us stopped in our tracks. The Ancient Book? I thought it was destroyed.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

Her grandmother looked out the window and felt strange about what she was doing outside the house at midnight. Tazaana recited the spell as she held the necklace and closed her eyes: "WHEN DAY AND NIGHT MEET, THE BLACK MIST OCCURS." After she recited the spell, the wind blew hard along with the lightning of the sky, which was illuminated by the moonlight and was covered by dark clouds. Her grandmother shouted, calling her name. "Tazaana! What are you doing there? Run away fast Tazaana!! " She remained there and did not run away. Of course, her grandmother's screams could not be heard because of the window that was still closed, along with the thunder.