Lilith: A Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The air carried the mingled scents of oiled leather, sharpened steel, and the faint soapiness of freshly scrubbed floors, the kind of clean that only barely masked the life lived here. Lilith sat on the narrow bench just outside her assigned room, her posture still and composed, but not relaxed. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, yet every so often a finger tapped lightly against her thumb before stilling again. Each time I passed with another item from her belongings, her gaze shifted—not to me, never to me—but down to her lap, or toward the far wall, or out through the small square of a window where the tops of the trees swayed faintly in the evening breeze. It was the kind of avoida

Dante reached her first. “You did it,” he said. “No,” she replied, voice raw. “I did what had to be done.” Lucien returned, dragging a wounded but breathing Eveline behind him. “The valley’s cleared. No more zealots.” Seraphina nodded. “Then let the light take root.” She raised her hand—and the scorched earth beneath them bloomed with embers that didn’t burn, but healed. The people called it a miracle. They called her something new: The Flameborn Queen.

Ryan remains behind her, tense watchful. Then, the setting changes-Fire. A city brimming in destruction. The earth cracks under their steps.. The boy faces me. Eyes resembling hers. Eyes I havr come across one other time. In an infant many years ago. Then darkness. “Isaiah!" Lilith’s voice jolts me awake. She clutches my shoulders and terror in her gaze. I close my eyes briefly. I gasp for breath. Perspiration appears on my brow. She asks me "What did you see?"

Lilith looked at me like I was stupid. “Yeah…” I barely remembered it. I remember being more annoyed that I had to ruin my shoes to save her. “When I fell, I found this…” Lilith pulled out a massive diamond necklace. It was an uncut diamond that was secured in a cage. The chain was long enough that it hid in her cleavage. “So?” Not sure if it was because of the wolfsbane but my mental awareness was lacking. “So? For this to be on your land, you must be sitting on a massive diamond reserve!”

I flipped forwards once more. Excerpt from Lilith’s Journal: They are all dead or lost and it is my fault I was weak, I remain weak, my hunger from blood increases every day, and Esther, she hunts me. She cast out the shadow, that promised light and buried whatever was left. I fear the world will never be the same, I fear Esther will never be the same. I watched as my fears became “You have to be kidding me” I whispered out loud as I flipped to the last translation but there wasn’t much there.

I cried melancholically while grabbing the collar of the man standing tall in front of me. My eyes slowly filled with tears as my body shivered with anger inside me. Why wouldn’t I be when I accidentally discovered something horrendous about this man I called my savior. I couldn't fathom how this very man who rescued me from the valley of death was capable of killing someone. Is he the same as my ex-husband? Do all wealthy men view life as something they could easily dispose of? "Need I remind you of who you are, Lilith? Raise your voice again and you can ask them yourself," his voice was frightening and cold. Yet the way he called my name was the sweetest.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

PROLOGUE; They always told me the world was my oyster. Turns out I was just the pearl….polished pretty for someone else's collection. My name is Lilith. And no, this isn't one of those stories where I'm the rejected mate crying in the rain. I don't do rain, it ruins the suede on my Birkin. I was the Alpha's darling, the Luna's pride. My biggest problems used to be deciding between the Porsche or the Range Rover for my nineteenth birthday.

Lilith was now feeling slightly thankful that Javier was with her, or she would not even have dared to go inside. “It’s already so late. Why are there no lights on?” Lilith complained a bit more and then gave Uriel a call. She could vaguely hear his cell phone ringing inside the living room of his mansion, but nobody was answering. Finding it strange, Lilith asked Javier to follow her inside. In the end, she screamed right after she entered because she had just seen a corpse! Uriel’s corpse!

She bent to her. "You forgot to read to me my favorite story book" she said obviously annoyed with a pout. "Sorry baby" Lilian slapped her face jokingly which made Lilith chuckle. She walked to her shelf and and took out the story book. She stared at it for a while, wondering what Lilith saw in this particular book. She drew out the chair from her drawing and painting table and sat by her bed before she cleared her throat and began. "Gorgor"... For more content, follow me on I* @biora_nessy or Goodnovel @Nessy_Biora✨