Mistletoe Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

"Don't you see? We both know that's not real." "It doesn't matter what I see!" she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else. "I won't be a part of some… some curse-breaking ritual! I have a life, Lucas!" Her words hit me like a physical blow. A life. Her kids, the warmth I'd seen in her eyes when she looked at them. The guilt that had been simmering within me boiled over. **** As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The full moon was approaching, and I knew what that meant. It was the night when Freya, the Norse goddess of love and fertility, was said to roam the earth, seeking companionship.

“But Kolya is just a bannik.” “Perhaps he seems so, appearances-wise, but his bloodline speaks otherwise.” Anya's head swum. Memories of the old tales of the gods told round the hearth-fire by Dmitri surfaced in her mind. She recalled the thunder god Perun, king of storms, and his rival jovial Veles, lord of cattle and the leafy green underworld. She thought of the golden spring god Jarilo and his lover Morena, goddess of winter, death, and witchcraft, eternal enemy of Chernobog.

“In one of the books Cerelia brought. She didn’t recognize it, but it called to me.” “Because it’s not from her traditions. This is ancient. Norse, yes, but not part of any recorded magical texts. This is vision work.” “Yours?” I ask. My mother nods. “I saw this symbol years ago. In a vision I’d chalked up to stress and wild imagination. But now it’s coming to light again?” She exhales. “This is tied to Loki. And it’s tied to both girls as well.” I go still. “Both? You’re sure?”

With the ground covered in grass and snow, small light bulbs were placed in all the trees around the main area making it look something similar to that human festival, Christmas. To my surprise, there were small saplings of moonflowers planted in this clearing. I had read that the presence of moonflowers keeps evil beings away. No doubt it is for Xanthos. I wouldn't want him to crash and ruin our night. He is still on the run and I know Fenris is working on finding him and his sister. I turn my attention back to my handsome mate. Standing there under the moonlight, he really looks like the Goddess's descendant, pure and strong, ready to take on any and every enemy for his people. I love him

I tried to explain to her. “So it seems that way, but there is a way to fix this. You are a goddess yourself, Jocelyn, or at least you have the power to become one. See, Freya rules over a realm in Asgard in a palace called Folkvangar. To be welcomed into her hall, Sessrumnir is one of the greatest honors. It is equal to being welcomed into Valhalla by Odin. When things have settled, child, I highly suggest you go to Norway and get acquainted with your ancestors. There is a pack called Kampoks pack meaning battle axe, their Alpha is Leif. This is all I will tell you, as it is a journey that I may guide you too, but it is up to you to go.” “I have a lot to learn. What about Norris? It seems t