White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

Concerned for her well-being, I made my way to her sanctuary, hoping to find her at rest. As I entered her room, a soft glow from a bedside lamp illuminated the space. To my surprise, Lotus was not asleep, but engrossed in the pages of a book. Her delicate features were accentuated by the warm light, casting a serene ambiance around her. She looked up and noticed my presence, a smile gracing her lips.

“Yes, Jade. Open it. The book belongs to you.” I unwrapped it slowly. The cover was black leather, heavy, carved with strange markings. The moment my fingers touched it, warmth spread through my whole body. I whispered, “It feels alive.” “Because it is bound to your soul,” Lotus said. “Go through it. Find what you need most.” I turned the pages. Each one was covered in ancient letters, glowing faintly. Some words shifted like they were moving. My eyes darted over spell after spell until one line made me stop.

The white radiance from the Saussurea Involucrata and her was a perfect match just like a beautiful dream as if she was the lightly blooming snow lotus. Many young people started to daydream, imagining that they are an immortal dressed in white who had successfully survived the Ordeal. Standing on the top of Kunlun Mountain, he gently picked the snow lotus which was swaying in the wind and snow. The pitiful and emotional eyes looked as if there was an undone marriage from the last life... "3,000 Spirit Stones!" A young man finally couldn’t help but shout out, and the elder next to him immediately glared at him. Good for nothing!

“How could that be? “Oh, the white lotus. That’s the holiest Buddhist wonder in the world, regarding it as a pure friend. Even the white lotus throne is used for the Buddha’s seat. Also, great writers extolled it with poems and songs. Sis White Lotus, you’re such a woman to me.” Alex said that while enduring the goosebumps. “Oh? How did the great writers extol me?” The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens asked. Alex was a little perplexed. He clearly talked about extolling the White Lotus, yet she inserted a little of herself right away. As expected, she was... a woman who loved hearing the praises of others!

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

"Lunaria." Zoren was looking at it with a mixture of longing and sadness in his eyes. "You can hold on to it; Galen is right," he said. "You are the only one who could access the portal anyway. Maybe you can try and read it to see if there's anything that could give you a clue." "I won't be able to read Lunaria," she responded. "It's not going to work." Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight."

Clarissa Lotus left the balls of light floating magically in the air as she returned to the table. Clarissa stared at them in awe. They were not too bright but still allowed them to see without the interruption of shadow. “There we go. We can sssee all.” Lotus said, self-satisfied. Clarissa’s giggles bubbled up. Lotus’s bored expression asked what was so funny. But that only made her laugh harder. “You chose the right sage,” Clarissa said through her laughter. “You and Stefan are perfect companions.”

“Why is everyone looking at me like that? I have to ask, already getting irritated with the stares. If they have something to say, then they should. Leonard, sitting by my left, becomes the first to speak among them, “The Black Lotus is a group of wolves that went rogue in some way. They can be considered rogue wolves but the difference is that they haven't lost their sanity. Instead, they are like an organization of wolves skilled in a different type of physique that differs from what is regularly taught to the regulars. Their group is no different from the packs we have but theirs is done in secret. One thing to note about them is how feared they are among wolflings. Once they set their ey

Auntie Chen asked with an alluring smile. “No…” I answered quite frankly. “The White Lotus Palace was originally built for Lady Li Ning who was the previous emperor’s favorite concubine. The white lotus was her favorite flower. Later on, after the death of the empress at that time, Lady Li Ning was directly promoted to empress. This palace became the symbol of Love and it is said that the Lady that resides in this Palace will become the Empress one day,” Auntie Chen explained as she looked me up and down and smiled proudly.

Then from the corner of my eye, I could have sworn Logan had his hand up. "Ah, yes, Ms. Peters," Mrs. Bloomfield claps her hands. "It seems Ms. Wong has moved back to China for personal reasons. You don't mind partnering up with Aphrodite?" "I don't mind." Mrs. Bloomfield allowed the girl to scoot over the desk facing in front of me. "Hi." I glanced up at her only to look back down. "I'm Lily," again not a word. She tapped her pencil on the desk, waiting for the green light to speak but couldn't come up with what to say.