Mistletoe Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Our story is about a family who lived in a cabin deep in the woods, guided by the whispers of nature and the spirits that protect it. They became guardians of the forest, using their gifts to maintain harmony.” Mia joined him at the front, her enthusiasm evident. “We’ve also created illustrations to accompany our story, bringing the legend to life through art. Elara and Leo have poured their creativity into this project, and we can’t wait for you to see it!” Elara stood beside Jace, holding up her sketchbook. “Through this story, we hope to inspire you to appreciate and protect the Whispering Woods, just as the family in our legend did.” With that, they began the presentation, projecting im

she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. Morgana's eyes followed Violet's fingers, and for a brief moment, a hint of melancholy clouded her gaze. "Ah, the forests," she sighed. "These threads tell of the ancient woods, where spirits whispered secrets to those willing to listen. Their dance here symbolizes the eternal bond between earth and life."

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.

Ash rejected her request, he would always be harsh to Newton because he had fallen in love with his mate. He held a grumpy face as he watched her, “Fine, I’m sorry” she pouted her lips. *** At Maggie’s house, Scarlett and Gabrielle sat with her in a dark room, a white globe in front of them held by Maggie. “I really want to see it, I need to be sure that he is alive” Scarlett didn’t actually believe Ash could have escaped his death. Mistletoe was believed to be the most poisonous and deadliest thing to a wolf and when mixed with silver it would make a much more power impact.

Because Kade had suddenly grabbed my cloak and reached into the pocket, withdrawing the small pouch of mistletoe berries that I had collected on my way to Crescent Hollow. He shoved the pouch into my face. “You showed up with mistletoe, no less. Unless you’re trying to kiss me under it, I’d hazard a guess that you’re trying to test my child’s parentage.” My throat bobbed. “It’s not what it looks like.”

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

The moles were the same. He got goosebumps. How could the two people with opposite genders have the same moles? Moreover, how could he draw the moles? The mixed-blooded painter finally ruffled his hair in a huff. “If this strange thing happens again, I have no other choice but to ask Damien.” --- Unfortunately, the strange thing happened again just a few days after he made that decision. The history repeated itself when the handsome painter got up from his sleeping position and started walking toward the bedroom door.

"You told me you weren't a weapon. You told me you were just a girl who wanted to see the sun again. Remember the word? The one we promised would be the only truth left?" Bianca’s index finger twitched. The hammer of the Beretta moved back with a mechanical click. "Stop it," Bianca’s internal voice thrashed. "Dante, move! Just move!" "Mistletoe," Dante said. The word hit the air like a physical shock. It was stupid. It was a relic of a world that didn't exist anymore, a memory of a dusty book they’d found in the ruins. But as the sound vibrated through the air, Dante pulled her closer. He leaned his forehead against the barrel of the gun, forcing her to feel the weight of his life.

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

One snapped twig, one careless rustle, and I would be finished. Behind me, the Whitethorn Pack slumbered in their longhouses, the thatched roofs dark silhouettes against the star-scattered sky. Only faint orange glows flickered here and there where a hearth still fought against the chill. Tomorrow was the Choosing. The night every maiden in the pack both dreaded and secretly craved. I had felt it coming for weeks, a cold certainty lodged deep in my belly like the approach of my moon blood. The elders had spoken the sacred words at the last full moon gathering, their aged voices trembling with reverence and fear: