Novel & Cerita Blood Lotus

It had no scent. “This is the Blood Lotus,” he explained, his voice dropping to an intimate cadence. “It doesn’t affect the mind. It targets the body’s memory of pleasure. It amplifies every nerve ending, reminds the skin of every touch it has ever craved, and makes the body burn with the ghost of every pleasure it has ever known.” Rivenna’s breath hitched. Her eyes were fixed on the flower, her pupils dilating. “The ghost of pleasure,” she repeated softly.

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.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

If Sturbridge were here, it would all be easily explained to me. These lotuses were secrets of immortality, but Sturbridge's warning, about never using them except there was no other option, kept disturbing my brain. He repeatedly warned me about its fatal side effects. As it was something that could rewrite life and defy death, it would turn corpses into breathing bodies again. As I wanted to grab the lotuses and put them on myself so that they could be with me anywhere I was, the lotuses started withering, their power was gone. Every petal became wilted, and its light glowed gloomily until it died out.

I echoed. He gestured toward the horizon. And there it was — the throne I’d glimpsed before. It floated at the center of the Gate’s light, carved from living flame, runes spiraling up its arms. Above it hovered the crown — a perfect ring of white fire spinning slowly, whispering with the voices of every soul that had worn it before. “The Crown of Light,” Auren murmured. “It chooses the vessel for the First Blood. It makes them eternal.” My pulse quickened. “You said if it takes you, you’ll destroy everything.”

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

As I worked, I felt my anger start to dissipate. After a few minutes, I stopped and reached for the blood tonic I had brought. "Here," he said, holding out the bottle. "Drink this. It will help you relax even more." Lotus looked at the bottle warily. "What is it?" "It's a special tonic I got for you," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "It will help replenish your blood and give you more energy. Trust me." Lotus hesitated, then took the bottle and drank a small amount. She grimaced at the taste, but I could see the tension in her face start to ease. I resumed the massage, working my way down her back and arms, trying to be as soothing as possible.

Tears rolled out of my eyes in pain. ‘If you will let him drink your blood with your wish, then it won’t hurt.’ Lotus said that, but I didn’t do that. I would rather cry in pain than accept his behavior. "Alaric!!" I shouted again, crying in his arms. He was drinking a lot of my blood, and at this rate, he might kill me. It was Lotus who took control and bit his neck, sinking her canine inside his skin to bring him out of the trance in which he was. All of a sudden, his body stiffened, either because of what Lotus did or because of what he was doing.

The head of his security rushed over, lifting Adrian off me with trembling hands. I stared up at the washed‑out sky, then at Adrian lying beside me... his face draining of color, his chest mangled and bleeding. Sound and color slipped out of the world. Only then did the truth strike me: He took the bullets for me. The medical team stormed in, began emergency treatment—compressions, blood stanching— but the wounds were too deep. Too many. Too fatal. The scene dissolved into chaos. Julian arrived, dragging me to my feet.

SWISSHHH “Blood Demon Lotus!” Mo Ju’er unleashed her sword strike toward Long Chen; her spinning body created countless black lotuses, each the size of a fist, flying toward Long Chen. Long Chen said nothing as he watched Mo Ju’er’s attack; raising one hand, he immediately blocked Mo Ju’er’s sword without moving from his spot.