White Lotus Book Novels & Stories

Taken aback, June asked, “Are you saying that the lotus on Sasha’s black is the extraordinary variety, rumored to grow in the depths of the abyss?” Nine Phantom Lotus only existed in ancient text. Back in ancient times, the most powerful individuals would risk their lives to seek Nine Phantom Lotus out.

CHAPTER XLIII: Death and Love We were given a 15-minute break before the next match begins. So we took that opportunity to lament for Lotus' death. With Glade's magic, we scattered white lilac flowers on the air to guide Lotus' soul to heaven. The fragrant scent of them penetrated our nose. Some of us can’t help it but to cry. We were all disheartened by his lost.

The Royal Family! It truly is heartbreaking knowing that the royal bloodline was wiped away completely, mercilessly. Had they still had a survivor, even a child, the bloodline would be restored. Staring directly into the eye of the King on the painting, I neared it. His eyes! I climbed up the ladder searching for the book which held information about The White Crescents. It was medium sized book but it had weight. A black book with white wolves on the cover. I placed it on the table and started skimming through the pages.

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

The bathroom makes me gasp out loud. It's bigger than my entire room at Madame Celine's house. The tub could fit three people easily, carved from what looks like marble and deep enough that I could probably drown in it if I wanted to. Gold fixtures gleam in the light from a window that overlooks gardens that stretch to the horizon. Steam rises from water that's already been drawn, and the scent of lavender fills the air. Someone has set out towels that look thick enough to sleep on, and bottles of things I can't even pronounce line the edge of the tub.

Her powers were waning, but her hatred was not. “You are the white wolf!” A moment of awe turned dark again. Alice was becoming unhinged. I needed to be free. “Lilith!” She yelled at me as if calling me a bad name. “Banish her back to hell!” From behind me, a lightning bolt flew by me and severed a cord, and then I sent another. Miriam dashed out of the way to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. “Wolves can not do magic!” Alice screeched in horror as her spells were neutralized. Now unbound, I cantered towards her. “Kill her!” She yelled to the black shadow outlining her body.

A lot of questions came into mind but I was finding it difficult to get any substantive answers. Before I could get into the negative, I remembered something vital. “The white wolf is not an ordinary wolf. She glows like the moon in the night and her powers are unmeasurable” I remembered the prophecy many years ago For years I had gone in search of this white wolf to save my people. The white wolf was the only vantage point to destroy the dark forces and stop them from causing any form of trouble. Most especially, one that involves destroying Nexus which I was a protector of.

Lotus pouted. "Silly mermaid, I'm sure that's not it, so what changed your mind?" Anita asked. "I just thought otherwise, but when we hugged, it was..." Lotus said. "Was?" Anita asked. "Nosy ghost" Lotus replied and they laughed. *****************************************

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Just the smell of old books, cedar, ink, and two souls refusing to bend. He sat first, legs spread, elbows braced, looking like temptation with a vendetta. I didn’t stand on ceremony. I dropped into his lap, sideways, one arm looping around his shoulders, legs draped over his knee. He blinked once. Slowly. “What is happening?” he asked, like he’d never seen affection weaponized. “We’re decompressing,” I said. “Don’t fight it. Breathe.” He laughed—soft, low, surprised. “You’re bossy when you’re worried.”