Black Lotus Books Novels & Stories

Gerald nodded profusely. "That must be it! I acquired the crystal lotus by accident back then. That was probably when I heard of Obsidian Flame Grass and True Essence of Heavenly Crystals. "But that was a long time ago. I can't be sure of what exactly happened at that time." The Seven Luminescent Ice Lotus was something that he'd casually bought 30 years ago, and compared to the priceless treasures in the Whitlock family's vault, the crystal lotus was practically nothing

family life without old age, life with children and grandchildren without worrying about illness. Aunt Alice also added to her that people with white lotus blood, their blood is extremely fragrant and can attract some elves and demons to come to smoke. Because of that, Lotus White was never allowed to go out even once because it was extremely dangerous for her and the life of the White family.

Each petal was marred by grotesque, face-like patterns. Eight of the petals were fully open, but the ninth remained a menacing bud, poised to unleash its darkness. The trio in the room were stunned. Sasha was as pure as a lily. Now, she carried an air of a seductive cult priestess. The contrast between purity and sensuality, coupled with her coy demeanor, was a fatal attraction to men. “Nine Phantom Lotus… It’s the legendary Nine Phantom Lotus!” hot with emotions, Holfman said in fear. Taken aback, June asked, “Are you saying that the lotus on Sasha’s black is the extraordinary variety, rumored to grow in the depths of the abyss?”

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

The window looked out over the Academy's eastern gardens, where students still wandered in the twilight, where the closing ball's decorations still hung like memories of celebration. And on the pilow, positioned with deliberate care at the exact center where morning light would strike first, lay a single white lotus. Its petals were pristine, perfect, the white of fresh snow. Except for the edges. The edges were stained crimson, as if dipped in blood and left to dry. The stain was recent - Lumira could smell it, that metallic tang that had drawn her back to this room. Not paint. Not dye. Blood, or something chemically indistinguishable from it.

If she was wise, she'd be aware of the domination I was exerted over Ludovic. "The black lotus?" She turned to face me. "Zelta mentioned the same thing when she examined Gustav's mother." Right. She wasn't wise to sense it. Perhaps, it was too mild to be noticed. "I take it that she's the witch in your pack." She relaxed, exhaling sharply. "She's more like the pack doctor to me." "What's with this black lotus plant anyway?" Amber asked, shifting her weight on a leg. "Zelta said the poison from the plant is very dangerous to a werewolf- worse than wolfsbane. It could kill a werewolf in a couple of months if the poison gets to the heart."

"Senior Brothers, there will always be gains and losses. I believe you should know what to do, right?" Meng Liuli asked again. "Hmph..." Finally, Hen Yuhuang threw out an item. They were ten lotus flowers the size of a fist, emitting a cold aura. The lotus gave off a pure black light, which did not look evil at all. Instead, it had a holy smell. Zephyr Khan could clearly conclude that it was the smell of the Snow Lotus of the Holy Prison. "So few? My spirit energy, if I can't hold on at the critical moment, I hope you won't blame me!"

Upon closer inspection, I saw a book spine glowing with my blue magic. The light vanished when I touched the book, and I read the title: Lupinotuum Encyclopaedia.

“Or I will make this a good deal less cosy.” One of the servants arrived--veiled, silent--with one dish of porcelain. On it was a white, clear root cut into a thin slice. Lotus Root. I had heard the name muttering along the halls. One of the rare plants of the flooded valleys, which are grown in the black gardens of the Spire. It made all senses as sharp as razors. Touch became fire. Sound became thunder. Pleasure became unbearable. Thorne picked a slice between two fingers. "Open."

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.