Mistletoe Norse Novels & Stories

Adams solemnly stated “mistletoe.” Mistletoe would kill her! Alex exclaimed. To a typical werewolf yes but Arystyn ”s blood type is AB negative. It’s the only thing that could help with that rare blood type. It will either kill her or transform her into a very powerful creature. Alex knew that mistletoe was beyond his grasp because it was so dangerous to werewolves. He had to find someone who could get it for him but who could he trust? About that time Arystyn’s phone chimes it was Andy. Alex’s mind went back to the time in the dungeon and remembers that Andy is a fey. Mistletoe does not affect the fey.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

My mother's car hadn't even cleared the end of Main Street before I felt the whole shop exhale around me, string lights flickering back to life like the building itself had been holding its breath. A wreath on the door, half-crooked from where my mother had brushed past it on her way out, still swung faintly on its hook, and somewhere above us a paper snowflake Maya had clearly cut herself, slightly lopsided, one point longer than the rest, twisted slowly on its string.

Margie's curiosity grew gradually when the word 'magical' came out from the Alpha's tiny lips. "One of the facts is the existence of these mistletoes. According to my mom, these mistletoes will grow if a male wolf come here with his fated mates. It becomes the symbol that they are destined to be together." Bastian explained while touching a few of mistletoes that grew longer. As she listened to the fact, the she-wolf felt the heart was pounding, but it was not harder like it used to be. Then, she tried to control herself, so that her nervousmess could not be obvious. "Do you believe it??" She demanded an exact answer.

I pat his knee, “It’s not your fault, I think the magic was just able to grow over the centuries it’s been here. It was sentient almost, and didn’t want me to have any claim on Brax.” Brax’s face pales as he watches me. “I did this?” “No, tattoos, you didn’t. The spirits within the land did.” I sigh, the healing magic warming through my body. “The forest here is very old. She will protect us now.” “Yeah… guys…” Rhett says again, " I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. I think we have bigger problems ahead of us.” “Like what?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"You don't go out often but I have been here a couple of times. This mist appeared about three thousand years ago. Only it wasn't as large and thick. It grew stronger over the years, and more dangerous. The people of this planet call it 'Misty Island'. Because the mist is so strong that it seems as though whatever is hidden within is its own land. It has been known to spit out no survivors. I had left it unchecked, because whatever was in there didn't actively search for prey. According to our laws, I cannot deal with anything that causes no major harm. In its defence, all who became prey, faced such a fate because of their curiosity towards the unknown. But now, it has come after one of our

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

All around was cloud and mist, and I waited for my eyes to adapt lest I accidentally slip off the edge of the cliff I’d just battled so hard to ascend. As I wiped away stinging tears, trees came into view, as well as the ground was covered with a light covering of snow. Standing on that ground was a man who gaped at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging agape. “How…?” he murmured, reaching out to touch me as though to ascertain whether I were genuine. “How…?” “The orcs have vanquished,” Tristan declared, moving up close to me and causing the man to jerk back. “For which you may give your thanks to Andronika Born-in-Fire, child of Freyja and lady of theMystic Rune pack.”