Black Lotus Novel Complete Novels & Stories

well, a broken lightbulb belongs in the trash. I leaned my head against the rough bark of the Neem tree, the same spot where I had first branded Becca a harlot. The "Pity" I had seen in my vision of Becca hurt and burned in my mind more than the Shadow’s threats. "I'll bring it," I hissed into the dark, my jealousy finally curdling into a desperate, maniacal resolve.

This person wasn’t that straightforward. "Hmm?" For a brief moment, the three thousand loti in his body froze. Alex looked inward. To his horror, he discovered that the Dark Demonic Lotus had appeared spontaneously without his summoning. It floated above the three thousand loti like a leisurely young woman with a certain mood and posture. "There's a familiar odor here!" Alex said in shock as the Dark Demonic Lotus opened its mouth. Alex halted and inquired, "What a familiar smell." "The smell of a b*tch," said the Dark Demonic Lotus.

He didn’t have to worry about facing the wrath of that twisted diabolical man. The old master opened the wooden box as everyone was distracted and peered inside the box; on the red velvety surface was a pure white snow lotus, emitting a rather rich spiritual energy. The smell was enough to waken the spiritual guardian who was on his last leg. The old master didn’t waste any time as he placed his hand on the lotus and closed his eyes to absorb the spiritual energy.

She cried out in a shaky voice that unconsciously tugged at the hearts of the people. The crying of Aster was the last thing Lotus heard before she opened the door. Lotus rolled her eyes and sneered coldly. Aster is so good at playing a victim. Immediately, Lotus shut the door behind her and locked it. As soon as she did, a faint smell of lavender overwhelmed Lotus' nose. Lotus' brows furrowed immediately. Although the lavender scent exceptionally smells nice, she wasn't used to burning incense… Before Lotus could complete her thoughts, a wave of hotness and weakness immediately crashed over her, and her eyes turned blurry.

The spreading black pigment on her skin receded and black smoke was oozing from the cut on his cheek. The smoke that came out gathered and coagulated into a black lotus flower. The flower zipped and disappeared before everyone's sight, "got you," everyone heard from within the jungle. Verra soon emerged with the Lotus trapped inside a mana glass bottle covered in runes. The lotus was inside, changing from solid to gas form while attempting to break out of the jar. "What is it?" Delphine asked.

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

He flew with the speed of light and in just a blink of eyes, he pierced Lotus right through his stomach with his pointed sharp claws. “Sh*t!” some of us cussed while the others screamed because of extreme astonishment, including me. Blood started to flow from Lotus’ mouth. Without any word, his eyes slowly turned into white then he closed them. Lotus’ presence and mana slowly faded until I can’t sense them anymore. I shook my head.

The clearing looked different now. It had been a place of warmth once. Of quiet moonlight and aching promises, of soft lips and racing hearts. Now it felt… hollow. Not empty—never that—but expectant. As if the earth itself was waiting for what would be spilled upon it next. Blood. Magic. Memory. Love. Maybe all of it. I stepped into the grass, my boots brushing against early summer wildflowers that had no idea they were growing atop ancient bones. Nyx stirred in my chest—uneasy. Alert.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone who steps forward, I jump down there. You guys are cruel people, you just want what's flowing in my body, I already know your scheme, I won't let anyone get it." The young girl's voice sounded familiar, I tried to squeeze through the crowd to get up to the front to see what happened. Ms. Lotus I see now is no longer a young, beautiful girl like at first, but now she is like a woman with a tattered body, covered with wounds around her arms and mirror. teary face. Those bloodshot eyes turned to look in my direction without any resentment, I started to feel a little pity for this beautiful girl's fate but I myself didn't know she was in trouble

" Then get ready." Bankotsu slowly exhales as he pulls out his white lotus flower. I was a little taken back at how the poor little thing survived Bankotsu's harsh treatment all these years after being puck from its home pond. The flower had no signs of wilt or even damage. It looked exactly like it was, moments before Bankotsu plucked it. As Bankotsu lifts the flower before him and slowly exhales, petals of the lotus flower start to fall, in front of him and piling up by the millions just a distance away. It all started swirling around slowly forming.