Mistletoe Norse Novels & Stories

"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

Men, women, and even the children, who should have been safely asleep in their beds, were here, united by a common cause – to free our village from King Crowell’s oppressive rule. We worked swiftly, the moonlight providing a faint glow to guide our hands. The children’s laughter and the hushed whispers of the adults filled the air as they brought bundles of mistletoe leaves to me. There was a sense of determination in their eyes, a belief that this humble plant could be the key to our liberation. As they handed me the mistletoe, I thanked each of them with a whispered word of encouragement. They were risking their safety to be here, to contribute to our cause, and I couldn’t help but feel a

"Davina Lynne Lothbrok Birthdate: 9/21/2005 Weight: 7lbs 6ounces Time: 5:23pm" "This is mine Ragnar, why was it hidden?" "Turn it around Davi" So I turned it around for it to show what hospital I was born in, which wasn't the one here, also it had a name on it, one I had only ever seen in our history books when talking about a royal family, the first werewolf family there ever was. "Freyja Mani" Old Norse for The Lady, Goddess of beauty, love, sex, war, and fertility. Mani was the God of the Moon.

“Focus on the window. Show me where you are. I can sense you, but it’s muffled. We’ve come as far as we can on foot. If I let my dragon out now without knowing where you are, he’ll destroy everything until he finds you.” I knew Valen wanted me to say I’d forgive him if he did that and I wanted him here so bad that I almost did, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened. My clan had done nothing wrong. They’d believed the words of their queen just as any loyal subjects would. Looking back to the window, I took in as many details as I could, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. There was snow. And more snow. Surprise. Beyond the open field there was a line of pine trees. Off in the

Just like the waters of the River Gjöll below us, the fog and smoke roll into faces before dissipating. Giant spires reach towards the roots above us where Níðhöggr bellows at Ratatoskr again. Garmr makes a warning sound deep in his throat and it sounds eerily like what we heard in Jörmungandr’s hall. I look at Magnús and he seems to think the same thing. We look at Isla as she makes a small whimpering sound as if she is fighting back tears. “What is it, Ást mín?” I ask her.

Her white-blonde hair showed no signs of grey and her gaze had all the lustre of the jewels Miriam sometimes wore in her hair. “To answer your question, no,” Astrid said, tossing her dagger up and down. “Disappointed?” “Oh, no,” she replied. “I just wondered. “They’re mythical creatures who dislike thunder. Is that what Ketil told you?” “Father? He doesn’t believe in them. It was Njord.” “Interesting,” her aunt commented. “When was this?” “I think I was in my twelfth summer.” “After your own visit to the Ice Lands then?” Beyla nodded. “Was he making it up?”

‘Elmo, do you want to go first? ‘Okay.’ Elmo dragged his mug of hot chocolate to him. ‘I spoke with Cordelia Crust today. I couldn’t believe that she got back so fast. She said that these three arrows aren’t runes she’s familiar with. At first she thought it was a repeat of this rune—’ He picked up one of Patience’s pencils and scrawled an example upon a serviette: ‘That’s the rune for Tiwaz, a Nordic god. Very big in Viking times,’ Patience recalled.

“In Norse mythology, Hati is the name of the wolf that chases the moon. He’s also commonly known as the devourer of the moon or the wolf of the night. The raven of thought is one of the two ravens that brought back knowledge about the world to Odin, the Almighty God in Norse mythology. The raven’s name is Hugin. And his name literally meant ‘thought’ which is where he gets the name of ‘the raven of thought’.” All three were silent for a long time after this. Finally Ren spoke up. “I don’t like the feeling of this,” he said uncomfortably. “It seems to me like there’s some organisation out there that had Hati on their blacklist. And without a doubt, someone has been interfering with us.”

He is spouting nonsense that he could grasp of the current situation. “You don’t have to think of anything child, since it was a long time ago. All you have to remember are these words…” …. It was late afternoon and Barrett enjoys drinking tea with Mielle at the Edelgard garden, it’s been a few weeks since the wedding and the incident with the Norhmann but nothing extraordinary happens. The magic that has been protecting the whole territory is tripled with the use of Denzell’s magic and of course a security sent by the Yngvirds and Lymuels as well.

he said and chuckled at his own joke. Hashar jerked against the chains angrily but nothing happened. “Oh, rabid dog,” he said to Hashar. “Keep it quiet,” he smiled. “Let me tell you a story, it will make your day I promise.” “You see, mistletoe was once a harmless plant and no one took much notice of it. Then it came to pass that the goddess of beauty and love and all things fine gave birth to a boy as beautiful as him. And you know mothers right, she wanted to protect the boy at all cost,” he paused and glanced at the three dangling from the chains.