White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

Woody lifted the cloth covering the treasure to reveal a life-like lotus beneath it. It was made out of crystal stones and sparkled brightly under the sunlight. It also had 36 petals, and in the middle were light yellow-colored pistils which surrounded the green lotus pod. On the small lotus pod were seven lotus seeds popping out. Upon closer observation, Woody saw that the seven pods were arranged like the Big Dipper. The seven seeds represented the Big Dipper, hence the name "Seven Luminescent Ice Lotus". "Great! We're even now!" Woody picked the crystal lotus up and carefully placed it in his bag.

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

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."

But Logan had lost his balance and Casper had fallen from that height, resulting in a dislocated elbow and several other wounds. Casper had been his closest friend. He would have done anything for him. As he went through the book, he came across a chapter that talked about an ancient tribe of rogue wolves. He remembered that that particular chapter had been his most favourite in 5he entire book. He had read it so many times that the pages were filled with of fingerprints and the pages had been dog-eared.

I looked at the last and final flower pot and I was shocked to see it was a beautiful white lotus. I waited patiently to see if it was removing anything disgusting or weird, but to my surprise everything about it looked ordinary. A few questions went through my mind and I couldn't seem to quite find an answer. Why was the lotus the only thing that looked normal?. If it was truly a lotus from the human territory then why was it in the demon kingdom. Were there other human beings in this territory besides me?. If yes, then where were they hiding and who were they serving?.

The trail ended at the Everlasting Tree. Grey slowed to a halt at the edge of the conservatory. His enormous white paws sank silently into the fresh snow as his deep blue eyes swept across the moonlit clearing. Her scent was everywhere. Wildflowers. Snow. Blood. And something else... Something strangely warm. Something that hadn't existed before. He lifted his head. The Everlasting Tree stood proudly in the middle of the conservatory, its massive trunk disappearing into the moonlit sky. Leafless. Ancient. Silent. Yet...

Nova's Pov The world tilted as I heard the words fall out of the man that is supposed to be my mate. “I want to redeem you as my concubine.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. The air in the Moonlit Rose’s private parlor suddenly felt too thick, too sweet with incense and old perfume. I stared at Riven, at the man I had sold my freedom for, the man whose ritual I had paid for with every humiliating night spent dancing under these dim crescent lights.