White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

Claire asked. "Did White ever tell you how he got to charm you?" Harriet asked, turning to Claire. "Of course not. He was so blinded with his love for the cold, and I was just a girl tending to her gardens. He wanted the most beautiful flower to charm the storm, and he wanted to be kissed by her. It was all from pure emotions as of then. Well, till power corrupted him." "I forbid you to speak," White said.

"Are you referring to the lotus skincare products? I'd heard of them, but I had no idea they could do this." "They're good, but they won't make your hair white. Mine just happened to turn this way, and you look fine the way you are." “Thank you.”

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 day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

Just stillness. Ahead, two figures stood. One in white. One in black. No faces. No weapons. No threats. But they radiated choice like a storm radiates lightning. The white one glowed with warmth—not soft, not sweet, but open. Like a door with no lock. The black one didn’t glow at all. It stood steady. Solid. Cold in its certainty. Azriel’s bare feet cracked the ash with each step. He felt the tension in his chest rise, but he didn’t stop walking. Didn’t flinch.

I whispered in a tear-choked voice. "In not a white wolf Athena, and you know that. I'm a type of greyhound wolf. We might be fast and our sight keen and we might be strong but the white wolves are stronger. You are royalty and I cannot take from you what isn't mine " she said which confused me a bit "What do you mean?" I asked confused. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a diamond locket. It was a white crystal. "Is that...is that a moonstone?" I asked surprised to see one. I had only ever heard of them

But as I looked closer, I realized that they were all filled with the same type of flower - the white lotus. I felt a sudden jolt of recognition, and my mind was flooded with memories from my past. I remembered a little girl who had given me a white lotus flower, and how it had made me feel special and loved. I had forgotten about that memory, but now it was coming back to me in vivid detail. As I touched the petals of the flower, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. Why was this flower suddenly appearing in my life again? And what did it have to do with Sophia?

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

Something or someone was pulling the wind in. I quickly followed the direction of the wind and stopped. Elara sat on a rock, white silvery hair with a purple stripe flowing with the air. The moon casting a soft glow made her look ethereal. In her hands was a glowing white lotus, shining brightly. White Lotus: Identity detected. Elara Goldmane Host! Please let me sleep. Remember you still have a mission to complete. Go and sleep, the system cried, but I ignored it, staring fixedly at the ethereal beauty in front of me.

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."