Norse Mythology Mistletoe Novels & Stories

My voice sounded scratchy, but I blame all of the crying I had done moments ago. “You don’t know? Child, it’s the legendary Rose of the Mists! Legend says that Nyx bet Hephaestus that he could never forge a sword so light that it would weigh less than her mist did. To prove her wrong, Hephaestus worked long and hard until he eventually created the most perfect sword he had ever forged. Nyx, furious at having lost the bet, threw the sword into the mists and told them to do what they wished with it. The mists have only ever given the sword to a few warriors and it is said that when the last warrior died, the mists reclaimed the sword and it was never seen again.” Zara’s eyes remained on the sh

— We have a lot to buy and we still have to buy the food for supper. —Yes, I really need to still find the perfect Peru. - I reply walking. After the purchase of the pine, we still buy the mistletoe in the same place. The mistletoe is a plant that has oval leaves of smooth edges in pairs along its stem and we always hang it right at the entrance of the door and when two people who are under mistletoe must kiss to celebrate with love the resurrection of Balder, a Nordic god, but in fact no one in my family is a Balder worshipper, we just put the mistletoe to spread and light the flame of the couples who participate in our party.

A shattered iron padlock lay at her feet. Torchlight caught on damp marble. Julian had lost the cape and the smugness both, sweat on his face, all business now. Valerius stood at the threshold with his broadsword drawn, eyes cutting through the dark like he already knew what was waiting in it. Kael and Gerald held the entrance behind them. "Look at the spore cluster." She pointed at the intake valve. Not just Strangle-Vine — Black-Vein Hemlock, grafted onto the fungal roots on purpose.

scoffed Mist, with that, his blade flew past, and another was dead. “Master, what do we do?” Lewis asked, his body quaked. Mist was a Strength of level nine, it would not take much for him to kill Lewis. Worst still, he saw Zephyr drink from the wine! “Don’t worry, even if the wine was poisoned, it won’t get the better of me! Go and hide!” Zephyr replied calmly. Zephyr knew the wine was poisoned. He reckoned the wine was poisoned with knob root. Knob root had the special characteristic of paralysing those who ingested it, thus, it would render them incapacitated.

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.

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?"

Where we were right now, several druids were harvesting mistletoe from the oak trees. "We need to go to a hidden grove somewhere to check if my device can activate the stone. It's the sixth day of the lunar cycle today. It is considered sacred to harvest and burn mistletoe; the smoke can be used to summon supernatural and cosmic forces. It's a big day every month and it will be difficult to open portals without drawing attention here." I wondered if the time bender sorceress could be summoned with this sacred smoke he was talking about.

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.”

Then I heard it the hissing chant off in the distance (what did it mean). Skoll is the name of the wolf Who follows the shining priest Into the desolate forest, And the other is Hati, Hrodvitnir's son, Who chases the bright bride of the sky. "They are the two wolves from norse mythology one who chases the sun and the other one who chases the moon, ragnarok starts after one eats the sun and the other eats the moon and the world serpent eats Thor and Fenrir will swallow Odin" Lagertha tells me

“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.