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Never have I imagined being humbled by a human, or any member of my kind, let alone a goddamn plant from God knows where. 'What's this plant, anyway?' I thought within me. "It's the black lotus." Laura answered as if she read my mind. Yes, she read my mind. "The black lotus?" Monica pressed. "It's a rare ancient plant dangerous to all specie of life, humans, animals..." she transferred her gaze on me, "...and supernaturals. A drop of its juice in the blood stream of its host will kill an animal in three days, a human in seven days, and a supernatural in eight weeks."

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

Slowly, it drifted from the shore, the lilies trailing softly behind it like a path of light. Every wolf lifted their head to the sky, their howls rising together, one long mournful song that pierced the night and vibrated deep in my chest. Then came the final rite. Elliot stepped forward, dressed in black, a bow in his hands. His movements were steady, but I saw the tightness in his jaw, the unbearable weight in his eyes. He drew back the arrow, its tip lit with fire, and for one suspended moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

intoxicating in its unvarnished appreciation of my physicality. "For a divine creature in decidedly feral spirits this evening..." he mused, tapping one long finger against his chiseled jaw. "I do believe our signature 'Black Lotus' would make for an... invigoratingly spiritual first rite of passage, wouldn't you agree?" Lilly clapped her hands together delightedly, features awash in the pulsing infinity pattern of the lavender infinity room backdrop. "You read my mind as always, darling! Two of those devilish concoctions forthwith, if you'd be so kind."

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

"And yet you still refuse to tell us who The Black Lotus is." Isabelle swallowed. "Because it won’t matter. You can’t stop them." Darwin stepped forward. "Then tell us anyway." Isabelle hesitated. Then, finally, she exhaled. "The Black Lotus isn’t a person." Fiona frowned. "What?" Isabelle’s voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s an idea. A movement. A network of powerful people who trade in secrets and destruction. There’s no single head to cut off—because the moment you think you’ve found it, another one takes its place."

Probably. About an hour through the journey, the wagon stopped as Lady Luxina wanted to ease herself. I used that avenue to peep into the front compartment and saw an opened book on her seat. It was titled “TRADING DYNAMICS IN HUMAN WORLD by Elder Hugo Blackwood, Dying Star Pack”. Goddess…everything about her is trading. She even has… I almost jumped as she entered the wagon again. I quickly retreated back to my seat, hoping I wasn't caught. But lucky for me, she just sat down and the wagon began to move again.

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

Eli and I worked in silence, sifting through the ancient texts and documents in hopes of finding something that would shed light on the dark force and its current activities. Hours passed, and fatigue began to set in. Just as I was about to give up, Eli’s voice broke the silence. “Lily, look at this.” He handed me an old, leather-bound book, its cover worn and faded. “This looks like it might be important.” I opened the book carefully, my eyes scanning the faded text. The pages detailed the history of the dark force, its rise, and its attempts to control the rogues. The descriptions were chilling, painting a picture of a malevolent entity with the power to corrupt and destroy.

A man sitting to his right sighed and said, "If you didn’t talk, I would have assumed you were mute. You're not even worried that the reason you’re here has been completely destroyed because of this unnecessary commotion." The blonde-haired man ignored him and said, "It’s the fact that it has no fragrance, and when it falls, it ends up silent and tragic. Tell me, who do you think would do something like this?" The man to his right tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, before glancing at the red camellia in his friend’s hand. His black eyes glistened. "They whisper everywhere, they say she has a reputation." The blonde man then smiled. "Don’t believe it until I see