White Lotus Novels & Stories

One of the most expensive cigars in the world. But even that's not quite right. Because wrapped around the premium tobacco leaf is something else. Something darker. More potent. Lotus Blue. A supernatural variant of cannabis that costs ten thousand dollars per gram. Grown in hidden greenhouses by vampire cultivators who've perfected the strain over centuries. It doesn't just get you high. It sharpens the mind. Heightens the senses. Makes everything clearer. More focused. Perfect for a man who needs to think. To plan. To strategize.

"Explain." The word rushed out of me before anyone even breathed, and I scanned Levi's face instantly—looking for jealousy or pettiness, or some kind of possessive rage. None. Just seriousness. Evan burst out, "This is a flower that grows deep in the forests of the northern continent! Constant exposure to the scent causes hallucinations—kills a person slowly through madness!" He grabbed the entire basket and hurled it outside the tent. "It's called a Lotus Bud."

Bosley lifted the glass. The moment he did— as if a silent curse had been waiting— the lotus began to wilt before our eyes, petals shrinking, color draining like someone had painted it with despair. Gasps exploded across the auction hall. Billie explained in her mind, 'Snow Lotuses grow in extreme cold. Once you remove it from its habitat it'll go into shock and die.' Bosley's face drained white. "How did this plant die?!" he shouted, voice cracking. "You sold me a fake!"

“Or I will make this a good deal less cosy.” One of the servants arrived--veiled, silent--with one dish of porcelain. On it was a white, clear root cut into a thin slice. Lotus Root. I had heard the name muttering along the halls. One of the rare plants of the flooded valleys, which are grown in the black gardens of the Spire. It made all senses as sharp as razors. Touch became fire. Sound became thunder. Pleasure became unbearable. Thorne picked a slice between two fingers. "Open."

Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. The white fur were all white wolves with crystal blue eyes and their wolf size was larger than any normal wolf. What distinguished them from others was their unique mark. It was a white crescent moon found mostly on their chest, wrist or back shoulder, and thus the name The White Crescent Pack. My heart skipped a beat and my hand clutched onto my chest where the mark was, involuntarily. No, no obviously no. I frantically searched for a picture

And one of the simplest. A white lotus flower surrounded by water and circular green leaves. The water was murky, dark, as if monsters were lurking just beneath the surface. I had gone through thousands of pictures and videos of lotus ponds before I even picked up a brush. I wasn't satisfied with the result. I felt as though I needed to see a real pond of lotus flowers. Leo cocked his head to the side, his fingers almost but not touching the pure, white lotus petals that stood out sharply against the muddy water and green leaves.

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!

Echoing the head of the neighborhood, the sound of a dog barking stretched into a howl. “If I had liked it, I would have knelt begging you to smoke more. What should be banned?" Basil Henry extinguished it with his hand and threw it under the lotus pond in the distance. Seen from afar, the immense lotus pond spreads out in front of the eyes, only the lotus flowers are visible. The leaves are swaying like charms with the wind. Closer, we see more clearly, intertwined with the cool green lotus leaves are lotus buds, fresh pink lotuses like the lips of a baby girl. The wind sways the lotus leaves, tilts the lotus buds, ripples the blooming lotuses, and scatters the dying petals. Standing on the

Even a mere slave nowadays dared to throw stones at him. Feeling suffocated by thoughts of his bleak past, Lui Xian turned his mind to the time he had spent with Feng Shao. He remembered how happy he had been. Yes, there had been moments of fighting, but those were precious too. Now, he realized that Feng Shao was the most important person in his life. He believed that the heavens had granted him such a rare and beautiful lotus flower. He still wondered if he would ever have the chance to cherish him again.

It was a sign that her consciousness was slowly fading. "Keegan," she murmured my name softly, then opened her coat. Nestled against her chest was a perfectly preserved snow lotus. "The snow lotus can mend a damaged heart. You're going to get better. From now on, you won't have to suffer anymore." That day, everyone was stunned by the sheer madness of Tasha's obsession. When my condition had been at its worst, Tasha had taken me everywhere, desperately seeking treatment. A highly respected holistic doctor once told her that my symptoms were a sign of damage to the heart, and that it would be nearly impossible to treat with ordinary medicine.