Mistletoe Stories Novels & Stories

I picked up my pen and looked at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. ‘Life is a series of miscalculations, one wrong step and it’s over. A girl visited me last night and she revealed her secret to me. It was so intense that I had to take a knife and cut myself just to see if I could bleed, to know that I was real. Every story should have a moral and I guess the moral of this story is that certain things can’t be controlled. You can’t control who lives or who dies. The blood that flows in our veins is just blood, your life essence.

He said and kissed my forehead. "Promise me one thing Moon." He said and took my two hands then kissed while our foreheads touched. "Don't cry when the sun is gone, Because the tears won't let you see the stars." He said that weighed down my emotions, I don’t know what he wanted to convey in what he said but I knew something bad was going to happen. "I know, that after this game. Your forest will be dark, your trees will be sad, and all of your butterflies will have broken wings." he said crying.

I took my time to point out each of the different species, telling her interesting facts about each one. "And this one is called 'Love in the Mist'," I said, pointing to a delicate blue flower that was in front of us. "Legend has it that if you pick it and give it to someone, you will be guaranteed their love forever." She giggled sheepishly. "Well, in that case, you'd better pick one for your mate when you find her." I smiled and plucked a stem of the Love in the Mist, handing it over to her. She was shocked but she accepted it and inhaled its sweet fragrance wearing a contented smile on her face.

“You keep it as story, not as food. You plant it at the edge of your poison, not in it. It will tell you where the poison is by turning red.” The woman holds the leaf like it is worth more than water. “And the berries?” “Those are for fever,” Jonah says importantly. “If you share.” The woman laughs, a real laugh that cracks her weathered face. “We can share.” They leave with berries, a rust-red leaf, and a small cutting of clover that fixes nitrogen, and they leave behind two jars of poisoned soil that Hinge takes into its bowl to keep as story, so the network will know that place exists and is waiting.

So Audrey and the rest of the group no longer need to bury themselves in books just to research about it. Their mission for going to Rhapsody Swamp is to harvest the mistletoe that specifically thrives along the Rhapsody Swamp. The mistletoe in this places looks just like the typical mistletoe used as decoration during Christmas in Audrey's previous life. The only difference is its color.

“That’s noted, Helen.” I nodded and shrugged. “It’s better, isn’t it?” “You’re right. It’s actually more comfortable.” A couple of minutes walking and I could already see the river Mortel is talking about. Holding my new set of clothes, I stopped my tracks right under the huge tree then handed it to Mortel. “Another favor, please?” I then chuckled. He smoothly took it from me, the reason why our skin touched a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to ask if you’re not going to drip yourself in?”

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

Alexis stared at Lendon seriously and said, “Mr. Martin, after last full moon night, I am sure Miss Miller can help control your poison, but….” “What?” Lendon stared at Alexis and asked coldly. “The poison has increased rapidly since last night,” Alexis answered. Lendon had guessed this result, so he didn’t get angry. “Do you know the reason?” He asked. “I think it is also related to Miss Miller.” Alexis explained patiently, “At full moon night, Miss Miller will spread a kind of special smell as well as another matter from her that could lessen the wolf poison inside your body; therefore, I conclude she can help decrease it. But on an ordinary day, her body is producing another matter that w

The night air was thick with anticipation, a sense of mystery settling over the village like a heavy fog. “Remember the tale of the Starfall? ” a woman chimed in, her voice trembling slightly. “ The night when the stars rained down like fire, and the sea boiled in fury? The villagers who witnessed it said that Mistral had been betrayed by her lovers—two mortals who had dared to take from her what she deemed sacred. They say she summoned the storm as retribution, and the skies wept as the waves swallowed the shores. ”

Any act of kindness out here was worth acknowledging. Soon enough, they started to talk. Stories, some funny, others dark. One spoke of a creature that prowled these woods, an ancient spirit that hunted lonely travellers and fed on their voices. Another swore that he once saw a woman in white walking just beyond the trees, her eyes hollow, her fingers covered in blood. The rider shivered and moved closer to me. But I didn’t move. I only listened, watched, and tried to determine whether these stories were meant to entertain us or warn us.