Lotus Avatar Novels & Stories

Avianca had a lost and hurt look in her eyes while Lyla just looked like she wanted to go on a murdering spree. "I'm still finding it hard to believe that Lotana would do that kind of thing because of a rogue", Avianca said in a hurt voice. "She didn't tell me, I did not notice anything out of the ordinary", she lamented, "how did I get fooled by her?", she said shakily but took deep breaths to stop herself from crying.

The date got canceled and Ava seemed unapologetic about it. And now, it happened again. This time, she seemed to regret it more than the first one. Liam was rich, good-looking, cool, responsible and they seemed to share the same faith. He fitted into the shoes of her dream man She felt bad but what could she do? Perhaps, they weren’t meant to be, so she thought. She left her book and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing on it. When she was satisfied, she decided to sleep

"Oh no. It can’t be." "What if," Ariana said gently, "the reason you haven’t found your mate is because, like me, your mate isn’t among your kind?" "My Luna…" Eve groaned, rubbing her forehead. "Please don’t tell me you got that from the spirit realm romance book." Ariana laughed softly. "No vision this time. I felt it." Eve arched a brow. "You’re a special human, Ariana. If you hadn’t bonded with my brother naturally, I’d think fate had meddled. You’ve already done what even we can’t: you mind-linked me while unconscious. Do you realise that?"

Liam chuckled, pulling me in for a hug. Liam looked the same as he always had. His golden hair was skillfully styled, and his skin had grown darker from the sun. He looked like a surfer in California, rather than the leader of an entire pack. Now that Liam and Atlas stood in the same room, I realized how different they truly were. There had been times where I saw Atlas when looking at Liam, but I now realized how wrong I had been. Liam was bright and friendly, his hair golden and his eyes the color of the ocean. Atlas was reserved and calculating. His eyes were nearly white, his hair platinum blonde, and his skin a pale alabaster. Where Liam was open and kind to everyone, Atlas could trap yo

The sound of bones suddenly cracking and breaking in the silent night shattered my thoughts. "It's working," Lotus chirped excitedly. "What's working?" I gasped, astonished as I watched her clothes shred into millions of pieces. Lotus ignored me, his gaze fixed on her. A moment later, a gray wolf struggled to its feet. She shifted? But how? She had appeared to be human. What kind of magic was at play? "What is she doing?" I asked as she moved away from us. "This was her first shift," Lotus explained. "Her wolf wants to show her..."

Lotus adjusted her wig one last time before stepping out of the car outside Natasha's house. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked up to the front door, mentally rehearsing her new alias, Linda, in her mind. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, her heart pounding against her chest. Natasha, who knew Lotus as Linda, opened the door with a warm smile. "Linda! You're here! Come in, come in!" Lotus smiled in return, grateful for Natasha's warm welcome. "Thank you, Natasha. It's so lovely to see you again."

LOTUS The lotus flower is a survivor; it emerges from the murky waters to seek the warmth and nutrition of light. My name is Lotus Wettin, just like the lotus flower. emerged from the murky waters, I'm a survivor but I'm confident I haven't found the warmth and sustenance of light that I require to be happy. This is the story of my life….

She nodded her head and whispered in response, “En. Thank you.” As soon as Ava shut the door, Lotus carefully walked to the mirror. Her eyes landed on the woman in the mirror, and her fist clenched. Lotus’s body was filled with the hickeys and fingerprints of that person. The more Lotus recalled how that person became a beast the night before, the more terrified and helpless she was. Since Zaire and Venus loved each other and she couldn’t bear the thought of going through such again, a thought invaded her mind. How about she proposed a divorce when he returned?

The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy. Louva arrived at that moment and entered the bathroom cautiously. He nodded to his leader and walked slowly to the long-suffering man. He said his name slowly. Right now it wasn't good to alarm him. The wolf was in command and he was more dangerous than anything. Before he could touch his shoulder, he saw how his skin began to be covered with thick brown fur. His long hair melted, his hands seemed more like claws that were embedded in the marble scratching it. His face had been disfigured into a combination that was neither male nor wolf.

before disappearing into the elevator. After a seemingly endless pause, Carver extended an invitation, "Join me for a bath?" The simple proposition held layers of meaning—an offer of intimacy, vulnerability, and a bridge over the chasm that had formed between them. Inside the bathroom, the gentle ripple of water and the soft glow of candlelight created a serene atmosphere mixed with the tense anticipation of the impending conversation. Ava couldn’t help but notice the scratches and wounds that marred Carver’s body as he stepped into the water. She was not yet aware that each mark was a testament to a physical torment that mirrored the emotional turmoil he felt inside.