Glass Lotus Novels & Stories

Our carriage was driven to the palace in a crowd. Today's birthday party is more luxurious than usual. In the garden stood a huge jeweled peacock, which reflected the colorful light from the candles around it, making it difficult to look directly at it. There are lotus flowers floating in the lake in the garden. Each lotus flower is scented, making the whole garden filled with a faint fragrance. It's late autumn now. Why are there lotus flowers here? I went to the lake and looked at them carefully. Oh, God, these lotus flowers are not real, but carved out of gold.

Bosley lifted the glass. The moment he did— as if a silent curse had been waiting— the lotus began to wilt before our eyes, petals shrinking, color draining like someone had painted it with despair. Gasps exploded across the auction hall. Billie explained in her mind, 'Snow Lotuses grow in extreme cold. Once you remove it from its habitat it'll go into shock and die.' Bosley's face drained white. "How did this plant die?!" he shouted, voice cracking. "You sold me a fake!"

There was a lotus flower that had not bloomed yet. This lotus flower was called Phantom Lotus—its petals and stems were top-notch medicinal herbs! What was most important was that this lotus flower was one of the six herbs that could be used to detoxify Harry! Sienna was a little surprised. She did not expect that this mission would go smoother than she had imagined, and that she would even find a rare medicinal herb here that could be used to detoxify the toxins in Harry’s body! Sienna picked the Phantom Lotus up and swam back to the shore.

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

the jewelleries were also well-arranged tightly closed behind the glass "And all this stuff, you have absolutely no idea when neat enter this room..." Riri scoffs when Lily presses the button to open the glass to let Riri touch her things as she just sits on the sofa in the middle with shrug her shoulders then nods and smiles looking at Riri trying some of her jewelleries while posing in front of the mirror, Riri began to realize something when she looked at the interesting thing, she want to asked but maybe it was very special to Lily so it was separated from other objects and placed in a red glass box "Ehm..." Lily raised her eyebrows heard the strains from her friend's mouth "is it from a

Once inside his suite, Otto closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The moonlight streamed through his windows, bathing the room in silver. He pulled Nora's business card from his pocket, running his thumb over the embossed lotus. Crystal_Lotus. The name suited her, beautiful yet strong, rare and precious. And soon she would be joining him at his pack, the shared living room between his suite and the Luna suite, which she soon would be moving into, for him to court her properly.

“Alright, let’s argue it through the. Hallie, you said there’s design is yours. Then do you know why it’s called Step Louts?” I sneered as I had already prepared for this question. I said softly, “Legend has it that when Buddha Shakya was born, he immediately took seven steps on the ground. Every time he made a step, a lotus was produced. As a creature related to immorality, the Lotus is the only plant in the world where flowers, fruit, and seeds coexist. When the lotus die, their roots still remain alive. New lotus would grow up from them next year. If a person dies but their souls do not die. They reincarnate just like the lotus.” After I explained all of this, everyone respected me and fe

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

Ashren noted. "You must mix the silver dust with the crushed petals of the Blood-Lotus," the Archivist continued. "It is a rare flower. It only grows in the deepest geothermal caves beneath the palace. When you burn the lotus and the silver together, the smoke is completely harmless to a human being. It smells like sweet iron. But to the Void..." The old man grimaced. "To the Void, that smoke is like inhaling crushed glass. The dormant magic will panic. It will violently reject the irritant. For just a few seconds, the parasite will surface. The host's eyes will turn pitch black, and the necrotic veins will bulge against their skin."

The window looked out over the Academy's eastern gardens, where students still wandered in the twilight, where the closing ball's decorations still hung like memories of celebration. And on the pilow, positioned with deliberate care at the exact center where morning light would strike first, lay a single white lotus. Its petals were pristine, perfect, the white of fresh snow. Except for the edges. The edges were stained crimson, as if dipped in blood and left to dry. The stain was recent - Lumira could smell it, that metallic tang that had drawn her back to this room. Not paint. Not dye. Blood, or something chemically indistinguishable from it.