Blacker Lotus Novels & Stories

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

“But I hear them. In my head. When I sleep.” I held her tight. “Then we’ll make them stop.” In Zurich, Adrian discovered something else. A name: Lucien Roarke. The founder of the Black Lotus. A ghost even Eliza feared. A man who believed in engineered salvation—and genocide as mercy. “He’s alive,” Adrian said, voice shaking. “And he’s the one counting down.” Lucien was planning a global neuro-trigger. A signal that would activate synthetic sequences inside thousands of modified children like Eve—turning them into mindless soldiers.

Ding Hao greeted the two of them with a smile, and then his eyes quickly focused on a huge black lotus emitting black light mist a hundred meters away from Lord Buddha. It was an extremely enchanting black lotus in a strange shape. It was divided into nine layers, each of which had nine black petals, which seemed to be carved out of the purest demonic jade or were like burning black flames. It quietly bloomed on the surface of the water and swayed with the breeze. The black lotus emanated a kind of very strange aura, resisting the Buddha Light and the Buddhist scriptures of Lord Buddha. It was very terrifying and its aura wasn't weaker than Lord Buddha's at all. Lord Buddha had to fight back

Seemingly unsatisfied with having just Trevon’s corpse, it came back up to the surface and ate two Black Soul Lotuses. “Ah! The seeds!” Waltz shouted worriedly. Although there were quite a few of those black lotuses floating on the pond, there weren’t many. Besides, they weren’t even sure if they were ripe. Only ripe Soul Substitute Lotus Seed would be able to save Brittany. Alex started panicking as he watched the beast lunging toward the other black lotuses, still unsatisfied.

"And yet you still refuse to tell us who The Black Lotus is." Isabelle swallowed. "Because it won’t matter. You can’t stop them." Darwin stepped forward. "Then tell us anyway." Isabelle hesitated. Then, finally, she exhaled. "The Black Lotus isn’t a person." Fiona frowned. "What?" Isabelle’s voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s an idea. A movement. A network of powerful people who trade in secrets and destruction. There’s no single head to cut off—because the moment you think you’ve found it, another one takes its place."

The sound was like the planet itself cracking in half. The black obsidian acted as a grounding rod. The stolen light of the survivors—the "Mercy Flood" that the Lotus was trying to harvest—found a path to the earth. A massive surge of golden energy erupted from the cradle, flowing down the harpoon and into the deep-soil geothermal taps. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The ivory walls of the Lotus began to turn brown, like a scorched flower. The child of bronze let out a soundless scream as his skin cracked, revealing the hollow, dark data beneath.

Just the clean recognition of her own ability, which she has been learning to hold without apologizing for it. He smiles. The real one. She loves that smile, the way you love the things you did not know you needed until you had them and now cannot imagine being without. On the fourth day, no brief. She and Ethan take António's recommendation and drive to Sete Cidades (the volcanic crater in the western part of São Miguel containing two lakes — one blue, one green — separated by a narrow bridge; the different colors result from differences in the way each lake reflects the sky due to their positions relative to the caldera walls, though local legend attributes the colors to the tears of a pri