The Rules Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

he said as he transformed into his wolf and hopped toward the battleground. He halted beside Logan’s wolf and bowed. The Council head looked at the two wolves and bowed after they had bowed for him “Here are the rules. Rule one: no shed of blood no matter how angry you are. Two, no circumstance should there be transformed into the human form. Rule three, no aiming for the brain and the heart. The new rule of disqualifying of the opponent as its back touches the ground is hereby canceled. You win when the opponent surrenders. If there is any question, you can turn to your human form and ask before we proceed.” The council head stated.

"Well, I will be using this moment to welcome you to the Linux Moon pack. It would be advisable to listen to me attentively because I won't repeat myself after saying the rules." "1st rule, under no circumstances, you're allowed to stare at the Alpha eyes." "2nd rule, whoever is going to serve him, must be nice and smart. If you make a mistake while serving him, it's punishable by death." "3rd rule, you're not allowed to roam around in the pack without doing any work." "4th rule, you have to dress according to the Alpha's mood." "5th rule, you are allowed to mate with the male guards unless you have the permission of the Alpha."

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.

The old man chuckled. "Look at that. A mistletoe." The old woman pointed above Willow's head. Willow glanced up to the little decoration, blushing at its symbolism. She went to step out of range when Dante tugged on her hand gently. She met the man's gaze who in return looked a bit shy.

another guy chimed in, laughing. "What rule?" Cole asked, confused. "The girls have to be undefiled," Orion explained, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and disdain. "The were-dragons added another rule to the already existing one. It seems they seek untouched mates. Probably because the prince himself will be attending this time”

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I take a look up. You’ve got to be kidding me. Hanging above my head, tied with a velvet red ribbon to the sconce on the wall is a sprig of mistletoe. A massive, unavoidable sprig of mistletoe. My stomach drops to the shiny floors of the room. I am standing UNDER the mistletoe. Alone. Wait. Not alone… Before my brain can fully process the geometry of the situation, before I can turn to see who has been lurking in my blind spot, the world tilts.

"We need better weapons than these—something more reliable, more powerful, to give you a fighting chance." As soon as those words leave his mouth, a sudden realization dawns on him—the gravity of his mistake becomes clear. We both understand that the only way to acquire more weapons isn't through negotiation, but through an intimate gesture—more than a simple kiss. The rules, clearly state: "If you are in need of additional weapons for a fight, then your lips must touch more than your partner's lips." This rule implies a strategic connection between intimacy and weaponry, emphasizing the importance of closeness as a requirement for arming oneself for the fight against the night's creatures.

I completed her sentence. But before she could say anything. I caught a scent of something else. Something foreign and completely new. “It's not blood, I smell mistletoe.” She said, widening her eyes and running to the bed side, while I scanned the room to detect where the blood and the second scent was coming from. Mistletoe was a rare plant. Most werewolves must’ve only heard about their whole lives, without seeing it. Young pups could be taught in their classes but that's about it. It was deadly to werewolves, as much as wolfsbane, sulfur and silver.

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 would increase multiple times of the poison on your body.” “Do you mean that I can’t touch her at ordinary times?” Lendon kicked the apparatus and asked. Damn! He couldn’t have sex with Kendra as he wanted? What a joke! He was furious! How can he not touch his woman? “Please calm down, Mr. Martin,” Alexis said immediately. He knew Lendon couldn’t accept it, but he had to tell the truth as a professi

What if Meabh was just taking her out here for some joke, or prank that the others had thought would be funny. Meabh stopped then, causing Riona to run into her. The older woman let out a grunt of surprise even as Riona felt her face pressed to the woman's shoulder. For a moment she clung there, seeking the warmth of her, before realizing what that must have seemed like and took a step back. Meabh clutched at Riona's arms though, keeping her close. The mist of their breathe swirling together as it rose in the chill air. "It's a surprise. Besides, as the druids said and our coven follows, the mistletoe is used to mark where no violence or harm shall be committed," Meabh said, lifting a hand t