Gmk Black Lotus Novels & Stories

Then, I checked the veins of the ten Black Lotus members, and luckily, they were all not dead yet. “Miss Damelza, in the pockets of each member's clothes there is a healing medicine.” He spoke while pouring purple liquid into his friend's mouth. I immediately took the healing medicine from each of the Black Lotus members' pockets and poured it into their mouths one by one. The performance of the healing medicine was so fast, there was not even a matter of minutes; all of them who fainted immediately opened their eyes. Without wasting much time, I and the other Black Lotus members stepped very slowly towards the backyard. We were ready with weapons in hand while looking around.

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 next second, he rushed forward and summoned the Phanes Ax before hacking the black lotus throne under his feet. Ding! Ding! Ding! The black lotus throne under Revealer Maha was surprisingly sturdy. Loud clangs were emitted as the ax struck down hard. Even so, it was hard to escape the Phanes Ax’s destruction. Pieces were chopped off. However, the pieces of chopped-off black lotus immediately turned into black smoke. It then rolled up and rushed toward the old monk’s body. Instead of weakening him, it intensified the evil aura surrounding the old monk.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

he said lightly. Lie. I knew it. But I didn’t push. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, his gaze scanning me like he was trying to figure something out. I lifted my chin. “I could say the same.” His eyes sharpened. “Blackthorn isn’t exactly…” He paused. “…easy to get into.” There it was. The subtle dig. I smiled sweetly. “Good thing I didn’t come here the easy way.” Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Scholarship,” he said.

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.

"Who said anything about wisdom tonight, o' fierce one? I explicitly recall something about shedding inhibitions and indulging your unshackled wild side for once." The rebuke, though gentle, still managed to find its mark - pulling me up short and reminding me this was indeed supposed to be an exercise in uncharacteristic self-dissolution, even if that notion felt entirely foreign on a bone-deep level at first. Marcus reappeared with a flourish, two glass cylinders cradled with ceremonious reverence containing indigo libations bristling with thin, claw-like accents of blackened garnish. "Two Black Lotuses for the striking company tonight," he crooned in a voice dense and sultry enough to bon