White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

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."

By the time the sun set, I suddenly heard people talking about another avalanche on Mount Khuko. My eyelid twitched involuntarily. Then, Sandra's daughter, Felicia Frost, saw me and asked with some surprise, "Dr. Miller, isn't that beautiful lady with you? I thought she said she was going to get you a gift." A wave of dread instantly washed over me. Felicia continued, "Last night she asked me what the best thing here was, and I told her about the legend of the snow lotus on Mount Khuko." At this, Felicia's face turned pale.

Zoey fell silent, obviously weighing what she had heard. Then, without warning, Fiona pulled a knife from her clothes and slashed her own wrist. Blood soaked through her sleeve in an instant. "I can prove by killing myself that I never steal from the Howard family!" Her voice trembled with determination. When Michael saw what had happened, he ran to her and snatched the knife from her hand in panic. "Fiona, what are you doing?! Don't worry, I believe you! Of course, you would never steal! It must have been Ursula!"

He badly wanted Youri to start a war against the other races. A thousand years had passed, and James had never brought up the Chaos Sacred Lotus. Since the competition ended early, the Chaos Sacred Lotus had not matured and was not ready to be refined. James sat in a lotus position on Mount Doom’s back mountain. A mysterious and ancient formation surrounded his body. It was capable of blocking out Divine Senses and containing his aura. An ancient book floated before James. The book flipped open, and white light emerged from it to form ancient inscriptions.

I blurted out. “White Lotus pearl weed? What is that?” Lily's voice cracked up, and everyone in the crowd began whispering. “White Lotus Pearl weed? Isn't it the rarest herb that grows only once in a century? It is said that it can revive the dead.” As soon as these words escaped through one of the elders’ lips, all the Omegas and their mates rushed to get a glimpse of it. Their eyes flashed with jealousy and greed. Among them, Lily was the one who looked the unhappiest.

family life without old age, life with children and grandchildren without worrying about illness. Aunt Alice also added to her that people with white lotus blood, their blood is extremely fragrant and can attract some elves and demons to come to smoke. Because of that, Lotus White was never allowed to go out even once because it was extremely dangerous for her and the life of the White family.

Chase suddenly noticed something inside, and his eyes brightened. "Huh? The color of the water in this vat seems unusual." It instantly grabbed Chase's attention. The light in the vat was light green and glowed faintly. A lotus the size of a palm was floating in the middle of the vat. This lotus was translucent and bright. It looked very real, like it truly existed. "Could this be the legendary Crystal Lotus?" Chase's eyes widened. He had once read about this spiritual herb in a book. It was a valuable spiritual that took a mysterious Pill Refining Master years of experience and effort to nurture.

Only one slip left. Adrian lunged for it, opened it— His name. I gathered the entire pile and flung them at him. White paper scattered down like snow, and through it, Adrian just… looked hollow. I pushed up from the sofa and turned away. “Now you understand. This—this is what God’s will really looks like.” The next few days, Adrian didn’t dare show up again. But he also wouldn’t let me leave the villa. So I ate, slept, wandered down the seaside path behind the house…

Rowan is seating in his study with unrolled scrolls across his desk. Lois leaned over it, his scarred face lit by the flickering candle. The parchment was ancient, yellowed, cracked at the edges, the ink faded to a pale brown. The script was the old tongue, sharp and angular. In the margin, someone had drawn a crescent moon inside a circle. "What am I looking at?" Lois asked. "The reason I disappeared for five days." Rowan's finger traced the text. "This is a fragment of the White Wolf prophecy. My father mentioned it once as a bedtime story as a pup. Thought it was a myth.”