Mistletoe Norse Novels & Stories

“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.

They lived underneath the world tree and wove the tapestry of fate. Nidhogg (or Níðhöggr, meaning ‘curse striker’) was the dragon-like creature that gnawed away at the very roots of the Yggdrasil—the World Tree (the tree that held the various worlds of the Norse cosmos). In Norse mythology, Nidhogg was the primary malefactor among the many serpents and giants, and as such, his name meant ‘he who strikes with malice.'

I told her, feeling a bit panicky suddenly. “You’d have to find a witch who specializes in this kind of thing. I have never heard of one before, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It’s a large world and one might stumble into your lap at the right moment. In the meantime, it’s best you protect yourself. Oh, and stay away from Mistletoe.” I raised my brows. “Mistletoe?” I asked, confused. “It’s used as a sweetener in a lot of drinks. It’ll have the same effect on your body as the full moon does. You’ll transform in front of everybody and it won’t be pretty. It’s better if nobody knew about what you are.”

To the point that even ants and plants were audible! The JAZZU BLOB's main component was extracted from the waxy-white glutinous berries of a mistletoe. The mistletoe in this world was different. Unlike the traditional plant that was used as decoration during Christmas, the mistletoe in this parallel world has reddish flowers instead of yellow.

Even Kaya, my wolf stirs violently inside me, sensing the threat. Derek, is the first to snap out of the confusion. "What do you mean mistletoe?" Derek demands, stepping forward, protective instincts already flaring. Cyre doesn't look away from me. That look - like I know something. That I could do something. "It's a Hallucinogenic. And also a poison. To wolves," she says quietly. "Used to weaken the mind and body of wolves when inhaled in high concentration...." Derek cut her off. "I know what a mistletoe does. What I want to know is how is it got in the air?"

"She’s the only one the Moss doesn't hum for." ​The New Wild ​Kael found Nora sitting beneath a gnarled apple tree. The tree was no longer dropping fruit; it was growing crystalline, translucent spheres that caught the light like prisms. ​The Whisper-Moss had climbed the trunk, but as Kael approached, he saw that the moss wasn't just growing. It was reaching. It swayed toward Nora as she hummed a simple, wordless tune. ​"Nora, step away from the tree," Kael said softly.

He also had it enclosed with high-curtain walls that protect her from getting seen when doing rituals and offerings. Esper glimpsed at the moon—full and cloudless. Good, the force of darkness is stronger tonight. In the middle of the garden, there’s an ancient stone caldron. She took a big handful of powder inside the small pouch and sprinkled it on. A mushroom of fire blasted, blazing enormously. She could feel the heat caressing her unblemished cheeks. This can’t flinch her, instead, she looks closer to the fire. There are three wandering shadows. 'My love is here,' Seros announced.

“Kiran, you’ll need to dry at least fifty ounces of mistletoe, crush them to make a tea. The mistletoe needs to cook for two days in a red pot. Never boiling, only simmering. After the two days are up (measure your time carefully, it must be exactly forty-eight hours) pour the liquid through a sift to separate the water and the mistletoe pieces. The clear liquid should be poured into blessed glass containers that seal with a rubber lid. You need to do this on a Thursday. It should stand in direct sun- and moonlight for twenty-four hours. While you wait for the liquid to draw energy from the sun and the moon you need to slice up the root wrapped in the cotton shroud you’ll find in here. Slice

His voice trembled, and I could tell he was worried. “It’s mistletoe.” I heard Ivan’s quiet voice. Mistletoe was deadly to werewolves and lycans. It couldn’t do anything on the surface, but it reacted violently when mixed with our blood. It would cause internal bleeding and almost certain death. I felt tired, but I was fine. I felt my body healing normally ... actually, I was healing at an unnatural rate. Perhaps the peak of the moon was helping, accelerating my healing. After a few quiet moments, I felt like it was safe enough to shift.

"Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!" I watched as she continued to chant: "Stars that adorn the night sky, guide us on this quest for truth. Let your radiance illuminate the path before us. By the constellations that govern destiny, grant us clarity and insight into the machinations of our enemies. Stjornur, leiðbeina oss á þessari leið til sannleiks. Ljóma á undan okkur!" I took a deep breath as