The White Lotus Novels & Stories

If Sturbridge were here, it would all be easily explained to me. These lotuses were secrets of immortality, but Sturbridge's warning, about never using them except there was no other option, kept disturbing my brain. He repeatedly warned me about its fatal side effects. As it was something that could rewrite life and defy death, it would turn corpses into breathing bodies again. As I wanted to grab the lotuses and put them on myself so that they could be with me anywhere I was, the lotuses started withering, their power was gone. Every petal became wilted, and its light glowed gloomily until it died out.

I was falling deeply in love with Sophia, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us. As I gazed around Sophia's beautiful room, I couldn't help but notice the abundance of white lotus flower vases that seemed to be everywhere. They were on the tables, shelves, and even the floor, and each one was filled with fresh, fragrant white lotus flowers. I turned to Sophia, who was sitting next to me, and asked her, "Sophia, I've noticed that you have a lot of white lotus flower vases in your house. But I thought you said your favorite flower was the rose?"

He met my eyes and I felt melting, so I stared at his chin instead. "Well, it's the lotus flower. It symbolizes purity and enlightenment. The lotus's ability to rise above murky waters and bloom beautifully is what draws me to it. There's nothing sad about it, just pure admiration." He gave my hip a gentle squeeze. "You seem to have so many questions today, mate." He lifted my face to see my eyes and thumbed my chin. "And to your unanswered question, yes, we had shared a woman before."

Jared finally had one of the ladies bring out the snow Lotus. "The next item is a Snow Lotus over five hundred and twenty years old. This is one of the star attractions of this auction. The starting bid will be four million dollars! The increments are to be no less than seven hundred thousand!" Jared said. Looking at the Snow Lotus that still looked as white as snow even after being dried on the stage, Leon was immediately interested. As opposed to that, the young men stared to lose interest. After all, medical ingredients could not be used by them. It was pointless for them to have it. At the most, they would just store or keep it.

" Then get ready." Bankotsu slowly exhales as he pulls out his white lotus flower. I was a little taken back at how the poor little thing survived Bankotsu's harsh treatment all these years after being puck from its home pond. The flower had no signs of wilt or even damage. It looked exactly like it was, moments before Bankotsu plucked it. As Bankotsu lifts the flower before him and slowly exhales, petals of the lotus flower start to fall, in front of him and piling up by the millions just a distance away. It all started swirling around slowly forming.

And of course, he didn't want to put it to the test. He's been sitting behind the big stone for about an hour when he suddenly sees the undergrowth move. The White Wolf, or rather, Luna Queen Drina is arriving. When she has crossed the border, she proudly stands on her hind legs and points her snout at the moon. However, her loud howl of triumph, as werewolves often do in their tribute to the moon, is lacking, she stares and sniffs a few times at the sky. Interesting. Jace continues to watch the spectacle.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

“You’re right, Little Mister. This is extremely abnormal, so my master suspected that the mistress doesn’t have cancer at all. Her illness was very peculiar, so the diagnosis from hospitals all came out, saying that it was liver cancer. But it’s been over a year and she is still alive. Only, she’s living in severe pain every single day. Hence, my master has invited many veteran traditional physicians to treat my mistress and even spent a great fortune in getting that legendary seven-petal lotus. Still, it couldn’t cure this odd illness.” Tyr was silent for a few seconds before saying, “The main properties of the seven-petal lotus is to detoxify. It’s normal to not have an effect in treating

Alpha Titus stood at the entrance, a bouquet of moonflowers clutched in his hand, dewdrops still clinging to the petals. Those amber irises swept past the crowded hall and landed directly on me, not sparing Damian a single glance, as if his younger brother didn't exist. Alpha Titus, gone for three years, had just appeared without warning. Everyone had heard the rumors—brutal, cold-blooded, a wolf to be feared. But the man standing in the firelight tonight looked almost... gentle.

The sound of running water whispered through the crack beneath the door, a secret conversation I was not meant to hear. My chest tightened as I thought about the wedding dress, once a labor of love my mom sewed for a whole month, then just a chopped-up mini skirt that choked the air from my lungs.