Crimson Lotus Novels & Stories

Garatiya walked over to a dark corner, fidgeted with whatever was making screeching sounds before emerging with a tiny bottle of red liquid "And what is that?" "We call it the rare red kimono. It is made from a plant that grows only once in every decade. You are very lucky it was in season because it is the only plant with power to kill the godess of the winds." Aurora and Alex switched glances before staring back at Garatiya who went on to pour the juice in bits into clueless Sham's mouth up until all of it was consumed. They watched as she coughed dryly splattering drops of blood. For Aurora that was the most beautiful sight, her job was done. She then moved over to hear her heartbeat for

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.

"Danielle please take Gray to his room and give him a bath, I'll come get him later on for dinner." Crimson said to Danielle who nodded and took the young boy towards the stairs. "We have a lot of catching up to do sis... Common, I just made some lotus cake, come have a taste!" Cierra said excitedly and dragged Crimson away towards the dinning table as she made her sit down on one of the chairs, soon she served her a plate with three nicely shaped and delicious looking lotus cakes. Crimson quickly took one from the plate and took a bite, the sweetness melted in her mouth as she savoured the taste while closing her eyes.

Tirana said rather casually. She provided no further information on how and why she would do that afterwards. Lars and Len just went straight for the exit, leaving Tirana who was far more composed behind. The black crystal on Tirana's rod cracked, blooming beautifully into a lotus shape. The crystal glowed wicked purple and with a light twirl, the crystal rod emitted a black mist that crept through the walls and ceilings, crawling and hissing its way along.

I followed it up with a string of laughing emojis while trying to contain my laughter from spilling out. Alexander: Well I doubt I'd hear anything today that'll beat this, nothing. Me: Suuuuuuuurrrrreeeeeeeeee Alexander: It's true though, nothing can beat any time I spend with you, anything you say to me, anything about you. My laughter transformed into a smile that I couldn't contain and a blush that spread like wildfire. Me: Don't flatter me, Doc. Alexander: Hopefully, it works. I like it when you blush. You looks so pretty like that.

Tyr’s heart jolted, and he quickly asked, “Mr. Zinke, do you really have the seven-petal lotus? Please state the price. I need this seven-petal lotus urgently to save my daughter. I can pay you any price.” Tyr asked Jameson directly without beating around the bush, indicating that money would not be a problem. However, Jameson shook his head with a smile. “The seven-petal lotus is not with me but in my father’s hands. Moreover, a rare mythical medicine like this is not something money can buy.” Tyr was stunned. “Mr. Zinke, you mean…” Jameson massaged his temple as he studied Tyr’s appearance. “Little Mister, since you know of the seven-petal lotus. Do you have medical skills?”

Loren's dragon followed behind. THUD The door shut down as soon as we entered. I looked around, it was truly a magnificent view. The mountain fountain,the greenery and flowers of gold and crystals. The river is blooming with Ruby stones Lotus. Now that I think about it, Martina's mother had a ruby pendant. That must be carved out of the Ruby Lotus. I'm speechless because one small piece of Ruby grants an immortal hundred years of life in the mortal world.

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.