Harry Potter Son Of Lilith Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Look at his footwork! I taught him that in the womb, I swear to god." I couldn't wipe the sick, proud smirk off my face if I tried. "That's my boy. Aim for his kneecaps next, kid." Lilith's eyes flashed with that dark, protective fire that made me fall in love with her in the first place, her shadow-scythe materializing in her grip like it was answering her rage. "Nobody touches my son. I'll turn your bones to ash!"

You even want to escape by travelling out” Harry pointed out. ” you even planned with my maid to kill me,how will you atone your sins?? ” since you adore your daughter so much, shouldn't she pay by being my slave? Mr Alberto I guessed you agree to that? Harry asked on clear ascent. In tears my father looked at me,he had borrowed the money to pay for my mother's surgery but unfortunately she died. ” I agree” my father said and that was how I was taken. ************** Tears blinded Bethel's vision again,

I fell heavily to the ground, and my head struck the bedside table with a sharp crack. A wave of intense dizziness washed over me. From the other side of the hospital bed, I could hear them speaking, but their voices were warped and distant, as if they belonged to another world entirely. "Liam, what is wrong with you? How could you push your own mother?" Jonah shouted, raising his hand as though to punish him. Suzanne immediately clung to his arm. "He's just a child, Jonah! Don't you dare!"

Fenris seemed to have gone crazy in the next few days. He kept trying to contact me and even sent out his men to find me. He left message after message. They started angry, but eventually, he began pleading and begging me to return to his side. However, he continued to have sex with Lilith every night. What a hypocrite. A few days later, Lilith announced that she was pregnant. She caressed her belly gently while lying in Fenris' arms with a blissful look on her face. "Do you want a boy or a girl, darling?"

"You do not want a kiss, how about you get down on all fours, my sweet vixen?" My ears pique in shock. I risk a glance at him and gone is my amused husband, in his place is a part of him I do not recognize. There is something burning in his gaze as he stares at me — lust. I am trembling under his scrutiny. He steps away from me. "I do not like to repeat myself, Lilith so do as I say if you do not want to see what I would do to you for not listening to me." I can take the yelling and the whips anytime, but this? Do I even have a choice now? After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.

I pretended as if I didn't see the other figure at the sides. "It is me." The voice I dreaded cut through the air. "Ops." Alexander warned and I turned fully. Lilith stood there, calm and composed, her posture relaxed as if she belonged. "Lilith. What the hell are you doing here?" I could not believe my eyes. She had dared to go to The Great Shifter Academy and take Zarek. "I see. So he is your soft spot." Lilith’s eyes sparkled as she took a slow step closer, her voice smooth and sweet. "Your son is very intelligent. He reminds me of someone." The words carried a veiled threat that made my skin crawl.

After breaking the kiss, Alpha Chul reclined on the bed, his head spinning from the encounter, as he gazed at Lilith dizzily. "So, you're still dreaming. It breaks my heart," Lilith murmured, her eyes filled with sadness as she tenderly stroked his hair. "I'm not dreaming," he replied, gently taking hold of her dislocated wrist and caressing it. "Then, do you recognize me?" she asked calmly, her gaze fixed on him. "Yes. You are Lilith, the eldest daughter of the Claudia family of the frontal pack, endowed with great divine powers. You were running away from the ghost of my mate, and you woke me up," he affirmed, causing her to sit up abruptly, his gaze tracking her movement.

He answered with a brisk, "Yes.” At the other end of the line, a voice spoke, "Francisco, it's me, Lilith." The name resonated with a weight that transcended mere recognition; Lilith was the daughter of the head of the notorious Dragon clan. "Lilith," Francisco acknowledged, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "How can you remember me?" Francisco chuckled, the sound carrying a wealth of shared memories. Lilith's voice carried a weight of concern as she uttered the words, "My papa's condition is not well. And you also know he trusts you so much."

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

she stammered. "Why am I here?" The Sire slowly descended, her blood-red eyes scanning the ritual circle. "My dear daughter is about to abandon her family. Shouldn't she say goodbye to her creator?" Her voice was sweet as honey, but laced with deadly cold. "I... I just wanted a better future..." Lilith stuttered. "A better future?" The Sire chuckled. She reached out and caressed Lilith's cheek, her nail leaving a bloody scratch. "My blood flows in your veins. You carry a thousand years of my power. All of it was a gift from me."