White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

Golden Cicada cried out anxiously. He knew what the Tier-Nine Lotus Throne meant to Lord Buddha. In the Western Desert, Lord Buddha had comprehended the Buddhist Tao. He went across the Western Desert by nine steps. A lotus appeared as he took each step. He had made a great achievement in Buddhist Tao and magical powers. That was how he had obtained the white lotus throne. However, in order to send the three of them out of the black lotus pond, Lord Buddha did not hesitate to destroy it... "Is this black demonic lotus really so powerful?

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….

"I need to ask you about something." She sipped her tea, waiting. "I found a book. In the special section." He hesitated, then slid it onto the table between them—Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The wolfskin cover gleamed dully under the café’s warm light. Alice’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t reach for it. "And?"

Slowly, Lotus tried to take her bath quickly, finding staying in the water agonizing rather than healing. A few minutes later, Lotus trudged out of the bathroom, shivering badly and finding herself almost getting frozen. She strode toward her unpacked luggage and put on a white gown that appeared loose and free on her while letting her hair fall on her face to hide her face. Lotus staggered out of the room, made her way out of the villa, and gently opened the gate, her sight somehow turning blurry, and her rationality seemed to be disappearing. “Miss Lotus, you're back. Is it your mom's death anniversary today?” The mature voice of an old woman suddenly asked, snapping Lotus out of her daze.