Black Lotus Novel Complete Novels & Stories

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the heavy bedding, and wiped down his desk. As I worked, old rumors about Lord Edmund Blackwood filled my mind. At thirty-seven, he was still unmarried. People whispered that no woman could satisfy his dark, demanding appetites. That he was insatiable in the bedroom. I shook my head. Just baseless gossip. It was late when I finally finished with my chores for the day. Feeling restless, I decided to take a walk through the quiet halls to clear my head. That was when I heard it. A low, feminine moan echoed from upstairs.

gentle. "Sorry I'm late." He walked up to me and held out the moonflowers, his voice low, carrying a faint edge of awkwardness. "The Black Forest is far. I got your letter and came as fast as I could." I took the flowers, my fingers brushing against his palm. Warm. Dry. But his fingertips were rough with calluses—like he'd spent years gripping something worn and hard. I stepped closer under the pretense of adjusting my hold, and my gaze flicked downward. His left foot landed a fraction of a beat slower than his right. He hid it well, but I could still tell.

The green veins faded almost instantly. The wolfsbane... Simply vanished. Grey stared. The flowers absorbed it. Then quietly withered. Turning into soft white petals that scattered into the wind. Not poisonous. Not black. Just... Gone. --- "There." Maya whispered, "...It won't hurt anymore." Grey barely heard her. Because something else had happened. Something impossible. --- The heartbeat. It became louder. Another. And another. Not inside his chest. Inside... His soul. The world around him faded. The battlefield disappeared.

Gladys explained. So I sat there staring at this spell book. It was a few hundred pages thick and I actually picked it up myself so that I could get a feel for how heavy it was. I then put it back down and I started focusing on the book and nothing else. There were people talking around me, a little heckling because those vampires were assholes, but I blocked them all out.

Da Vinci's was. The predominant color of the candles was red and as the flames swayed with the steady flow of the air in the atmosphere, the reddish hue in the room continued to deepen. Officer Hilary was gripped with fear as he realized that he was alone. There was no sign of his friend, yet. He pushed further from the anteroom and opened the next door which also did not resist. He stood still by the door and watched the woman seated on the floor gazing at a much older man before her. Officer Hilary swallowed hard. This must be the Shaman, he thought.

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

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?”

he snapped at Gina and the rest. Gina promptly nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, we're leaving right now…" As they fled Delightpub, Rolf and Frank arrived at a private room on the second floor. "May I see the Myriad Hued Snow Lotus?" Frank asked bluntly. "Of course." Rolf laughed heartily, putting the wooden case he carried on the table and slowly opening it. A stark white snow lotus lay within, its stem curiously straight with seven leaves of different hues growing on it.

"Ah, it's too late, but don't worry. I won't torture you too much to start with. In fact, I'm just going to let you enjoy what's coming next." As soon as he was done speaking, at least a dozen homeless men walked in. They had been sleeping under bridges and next to rubbish dumps for years, and there was a potent stench coming from all of them. They were all old men, and mostly still single because no woman ever wanted them. But now, their eyes brightened considerably after seeing Regina. Regina knew at once how Jack was planning to punish her. She simply couldn't accept being touched by any of the men before her—she would rather kill herself instead.