Lilah Black Novels & Stories

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

She pulled her hand back as if burned. “Don’t,” she breathed, her voice low and furious. Before he could respond, another voice, as cold and sharp as breaking icicles, cut through the air. “Sebastian, darling. I thought I’d find you here.” Liliana’s blood ran cold. She looked up and saw her worst nightmare walking toward them. Eleanor Blackwood, elegant and terrifying in a Prada suit, looking as if she had just stepped out of a cryogenic chamber. And clinging to her arm was a beautiful, blonde woman in her late twenties with a smile that was all teeth. Delilah Baskin. The chosen one.

“I mark him at the end of the ceremony. There’s a good chance I’m going to ruin it with blood.” “Then let’s make you look the best you possibly can.” She doesn’t mention Aiden once as I do her hair and help her get ready. I’m sure she had many burning questions, but maybe she knew that I couldn’t answer them for her. When I’m done, Lilah stands in front of me with a smile. Her raven hair was half up and half down, with curls that sat on her bare shoulders. The off the shoulder white dress hugged her perfectly as the silk material fell over her hips and skimmed the floor. It was a simple but elegant dress and she looked beautiful.

They both checked their cards. Lily, raise 300 and Lyla calls. Lily took the cards and started placing them 1 card face down and the remaining cards face up. There was the black 4 of spade, black 6 of club, and red 6 of diamond, Lily smiled and Lyla twitched her lips.

Heads turned. At 31, Lilith was devastatingly beautiful. Tall and statuesque, with long, sleek jet-black hair cascading like liquid silk down her bare back. Her piercing silver-gray eyes cut through the crowd like blades. Blood-red lips curved into a knowing smile. Her body was a masterpiece—full, high breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and long, toned legs that seemed endless. She wore a backless black evening gown that clung to every dangerous curve, with a high slit revealing smooth, porcelain thigh with every step. A delicate diamond choker sparkled at her throat like a promise… or a warning.

she added after a heartbeat, glancing at both of them directly. Lila felt a pang of jealousy and anger flare in her chest. Did he think she would do something to Ivy in a crowded café? Not that she won’t but couldn’t. The thought stung, but she pushed it aside. The guts of Aria to say her name with so much power and confidence like she was born with it. ‘Just wait’, she thought to herself. ‘I’ll be the new Ivy Blackwood in no time’. Connor turned his glare back to Lila. “What is this about, Lila? What are you trying to pull now?”

It didn't make sense how fast she was at doing stuff. Suddenly, a thought clicked in my mind, and I studied Lilith's face for a while before hesitating and then asking, "Did you by any chance kill the investigator that I hired to dig into my uncle's death?" Silence immediately fell between us, and I took her silence as a "yes," and yet, I wanted more than just that. "Why did you kill Jessica, Lilith?" I asked, hoping that her explanation would make some kind of sense. "Her name isn't Jessica, but Black Ivy and she was not a private detective, but an assassin. The day you guys met at the cafe, she was getting introduced to her target and not a potential employer." Lilith said, and I felt a ch

She had always been fascinated by his beauty and she, like many others was in awe of it. However, she also knew him as Mr. Asshole and the name which had been spoken in her house earlier this morning without a proper explanation. She watched curiously as she lit up candles placing them on each point of a star and she shook her head. "No, no, hell no!” Lilian grunted standing up as she folded her arms, looking around at the group of women like they had lost their minds, "I do not involve myself in Black Magic, I do not do this juju stuff, calling on spirits and what not! I am a decent Christian black woman and this here is not what we do,” she exclaimed.

Her eyes glowed with pride, She would finally hold onto a status, a step up to the position she craved for. Then the elder turned to Kallum. “And now, our Alpha appoints a chosen advisor." Lila stood in the midst of the elders, tall and proud, she wore a Black flowing gown that clung to all her curves, exposing a bit of cleavage. She stood out among the crowd, wearing a big smile with a red lipstick painted on her lips. Kallum gestured grandly towards her “Lila Blackhart. Loyal to our pack loyal to me" The crown turned their heads towards her direction as she stepped forward, Kallum took the silver pendant from the elders and wore it around her neck.

Lilah raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak. She reached for the small straps on her shoulders and slowly slid them down. The silver gown slipped past her breasts, exposing soft, glowing skin. She let it fall to the floor with a whisper, standing there in nothing but sheer lace underwear. Damien’s gaze darkened. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her long black hair over her shoulder. “Turn around,” he said softly. Lilah obeyed, spinning slowly until her back was to him. Her back was bare, her hips smooth and tempting. He took a slow breath, the heat in his eyes growing stronger.