Lilah Black Novels & Stories

Two hours later,she was standing at the entrance of the basement,her heart beating widely again her ribcage. She knocked gently,but there was no response,she pushed the open. The basement was an underground building covered in darkness,the there was only one light that illuminated the centre, where Lilian was sitting,her back turned at her. Lilian wore a black leather trousers,with a jacket to match. She wore a black hoodie which almost covered her face,with a black boots. Her long dark hair was resting on her shoulders,she was puffing a cigarette,her legs crossed. “Welcome”. She said to Serah the moment she heard her footsteps,not sparing her a glance.

“This is one of the reasons Adam came crawling back to me!.” Delilah (Aviva) massaged her temples, she rolled her eyes and tried to walk away. “Not too fast!.” Lilith said and pulled Delilah (Aviva) by the arm. “Don’t you want to see Adam?!.” Lilith asked. Unlike the way she had been calmly slapping Delilah (Aviva) on the face with her words she spoke calmly with her eyes like that of a puppy that just saw his treats being thrown away.

The red glow reflected in their eyes—familiar, dangerous, and horrifyingly personal. No… it can’t be. “Surprised to see me?” The voice was smooth, melodic, and cruelly familiar. Lila’s chest tightened. Recognition slammed into her. The figure pulled back the hood—and her mind shattered for a second. It was Evelyn Blackwood. Her childhood friend, mentor in secret schemes, and someone Lila had thought long dead. Evelyn’s eyes held the same cunning brilliance she had as a teenager—but now sharpened by years of survival and manipulation. Her lips curved in a smirk that chilled Lila to the bone.

His hands were still tucked into his pocket and his eyes scrutinized the lady in front of him. The lady, Lilith, had caramel brown hair and skin. Her eyes were a deep blue color and her skin was spotless. Her skin glimmered under the bright shining moon, giving off the aura of a seductive goddess. She was truly a beauty and could melt even the coldest of hearts, to succumb to her will. She wore a deep black coat that covered her body, all the way to her knees. Her eyes were filled with a burning desire and not any kind of desire but they were filled with the desire to kill.

For hours, they had drowned themselves in silence, each blaming the other but too proud to voice it. It was then that Lilith entered. Her presence was like poison seeping into an open wound — intoxicating, sharp, and venomous. Dressed in black silk, her hair cascading like a shadow around her face, she stood in the glow of the flickering torches, eyes burning with an almost cruel satisfaction. “Well,” she said softly, her voice slicing the silence. “So this is what’s left of the great Lycans? Three broken kings licking their wounds?” The triplets looked up, their jaws tightening, but they did not answer.

“That didn’t take long.” I didn’t bother easing into it. “Do you know one?” Her expression shifted. Serious now. “No,” she said simply. I paused. “None at all?” She shook her head. “Not personally.” Something in my chest sank slightly. “But,” she added, leaning forward, “you’re not just anyone, Lila.” I frowned faintly. “What does that mean?” “It means you’re the queen of Blackwood,” she said. “If there’s anyone within these lands who practices that kind of… work—you’ll be able to find them.”

I’d told her as I’d helped her into that stunning red dress. “Of course, Godmother, I know you do everything for me” Veronica replied happily. “Sebastian Blackwell as your husband? You’ll want for nothing.” She had nodded, trusting me completely. She always did. The aphrodisiac had been Lila’s contribution.Lila Hayes, with her connections to underground pharmacies and black-market dealers. She’d promised me it was pharmaceutical-grade, powerful enough to override any man’s better judgment. “One dose in his drink,” she’d assured me, handing over the small vial.

Bass thumped through the floor. Lila moved through the crowd in a tight black dress that clung to every curve, the kind of dress that made men forget their own names. Her skin had that faint, unnatural glow under the colored lights,nothing anyone could put their finger on, just enough to hook them. She scanned the room slowly, lips parted, letting the energy of the place wash over her. There.

Lily POV It had been five days since Lila returned from the Rite of Elderwood. I sat in the academy’s main dining hall with Julianna and Lyra, pushing food around my plate. The usual chatter filled the room, but my eyes kept drifting toward the entrance. “She’s been… different,” I said quietly. Julianna looked up. “Still no improvement?” Before I could answer, the doors opened. Lila walked in. She was dressed entirely in black — a sleek, high-collared outfit that made her look older and more imposing. Her posture was straighter, her steps confident and measured, almost regal. The usual warmth in her face was gone.

Liana replied, her tone even and subdued. "Oh, how sweet of him!" Ms. Black remarked. As Liana continued her chores, Ms. Black couldn’t help but notice the pained expression on her face. She pressed on, wanting to understand. “Liana, dear. You seem… troubled. Is something the matter?” Liana hesitated, her eyes briefly flitting to the floor. “No, Mother,” she replied, her smile forced. “Tony is taking care of me. I’m fine.” Ms. Black's intuition still tugged at her, but she saw Liana’s resolve and decided not to push the issue. “Very well, Liana. Please take care of yourself, I am leaving.” Ms. Black said, embracing Liana tightly.