Lilah Black Novels & Stories

“He marked it.” Silence fell instantly. Davian’s voice was dangerously quiet. “…Explain.” Lila’s gaze drifted somewhere distant. Like she was seeing something we couldn’t. “I can feel it,” she said. “Inside the bond. Inside me.” Nathan’s heart pounded. “What is it?” I asked. Her voice broke. “A trigger.” Everything went still. “And when it activates…” she whispered Her eyes filled with something I had never seen before. Not fear. Not pain. Certainty.

"Lilah, I really want you to join me in some games today! You had previously stated that you would play tag with me today, didn't you? The young girl wore a downcast expression, and her words carried with it a tinge of sadness. "I sincerely apologize ..... for not keeping my promise. Because I have to report to the lab today, I won't be able to play with you until tomorrow. I apologize for the inconvenience". The young woman whose name was Lilah spoke with a tone of melancholy in her voice. Her voice was the only thing that could be seen or comprehended; neither her face nor her body could be seen.

“Diana, hold on.” “I’m trying!” Lila sliced at Black Moon’s side. “I was going to ask what kind of guy picks on little kids but then I remembered you're a loser.” He whirled on her, shadows snapping around his arms. “It’s high time I shut you up.” “Nobody tells me what to do,” she snapped.

Neither do I. I wear my Mafia princess mask perfectly, blinking my eyes rapidly at Rayne like a wet puppy. "What the fuck are you doing, Lilith," he hisses. I shrug nonchalantly. "Is this not what you asked for? A willing and obedient wife. I am giving her to you." The reaction on his face is priceless. He seems to be unsure of what to feel, horror or fluster? "So this is willing and obedient to you?" He questions. "Is it not? Or are our definitions countering?" I grin widely. "We do not have to talk to much. I am hungry and we are in Paris, the city of light. Just bring out your black card and let's spend away, baby," I finish with a wink.

I knew I was going to forgive him eventually but I’m enjoying the attention right now and I intend to hold on to that for now. "Em, we are late!" Lilah’s voice brought me out of my reverie, her heels clicked dramatically on the marble floor. "Model selections don’t wait for anyone, not even Paris’s finest!" Lilah, my best friend, stormed into the room like a force of nature. Lilah was always impeccable, dripping in elegance and confidence, her presence commanding attention without uttering a word. The confidence she has is the exact opposite of what an Omega wolf should have. "I needed that entrance," I admitted, grabbing my bag and slipping into my shoes.

His gaze flicked to mine, locking on like he’d caught me staring – which he had. I flushed, tearing my eyes away as heat crept up the back of my neck. “Who are you blushing over?” Lila leaned in, smirking knowingly as she followed my gaze. “No one,” I said quickly. “Just… people watching.” Lila arched a brow, unimpressed. “That’s Damien Blackwell.” I blinked. “You know him?” “Not personally. But he’s… well, let’s just say he’s notorious.” Notorious. I didn’t ask for details, but the word lingered in my mind like an aftertaste.

Her voice was steady, a command, a promise. "No more chains." The torches flared. The warriors bowed their heads. And Lyla Blackwood Alpha, Bloodmarked, heir to a forgotten power Had just changed the future forever. The cavern settled, but the power in the air did not. Lyla could feel it the weight of their return. The Bloodmarked stood tall, their silver eyes glowing in the dim torchlight. Some looked confused. Some looked angry. But all of them looked at her. Waiting. Eli shifted beside her, his voice low. "They're waiting for you to speak."

Her eyes were now wide open and her mouth formed a silent 'o' as she battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy. Noticing this, Oliver quickly took over, his hands holding steadily to her ass cheeks and thrusted into her hard. Oliver watched her face contort as several small climaxes hit her, then she scrunched up her face in pleasure and screamed "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck! Yesss, yes, yes, yes, C'mon Oliver, FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" Lilith kept bouncing wildly on his shaft as her groans went on and on until finally her body began to buck as a wild orgasm erupted in her.

It was his way of showing his dominance towards the intimate moment we were both engaging in. After giving in to our sexual hunger, I sat down on the bed, and wrapped myself with a blanket, while Xander flaunted his naked body sitting near the window frame. "X-Xander?" my voice was now as soft as mellow music. He responded to me while pouring a drink, "Yes, my wife?" "Make me understand why you have to kill those innocent people. My conscience couldn’t take it," I strongly shook my head in disagreement. Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith."

Stefan turned to his brother, “Yea, but I am not sure how that is going to save our asses, I can feel the steam against mine,” “Do you remember the bedtime story, mother used to tell us?” Stefan groan, “Kill them! Kill them now,” The voice screamed in my ear again, shielding my ear with my hand, I stumbled back, I was angry, pissed rather, I only wanted to spend summer with my best, go to college and just live a little, but because of me, she is now missing and everything is weighing on my shoulders, even though they lied to me, there was a part of me didn't want to, this isn't who I am... I am Lilith Black, the daughter of Catherine and Joseph, this isn't who they raised me to be, I might b