Lilith: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Are you finally happy now that you've seen it with your own eyes?" My father's legs gave out beneath him. He could barely stand. "S-she's not Lily?" "Of course not." Every step I took pulled at my broken ribs, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. "The real Lilith died the year she went missing when she was five." "What?" my mother shrieked and nearly fainted. I continued, "She died in a ditch behind the orphanage. Her body had been soaking in the water for three days before they found her. And because of how strong her resentment was, her soul never dispersed.

LILIANA'S POV My heartbeat ceased. I remained motionless on the balcony. The cloaked silhouette had vanished. In an instant. One moment, they were present. The following— Nada. Just shadows. Merely the silent garden. A chill crept along my spine. Had it all been in my mind? Absolutely not. I was aware of what I had observed. Someone had been keeping an eye on me. Not the estate. Me. Step by step, I retreated slowly.

Tonight was simply the next move on a board I had been arranging long before Liliana Lewiston had collapsed on a pavement and handed me the final piece. After my meetings my mind reeled towards Lilliana. I know she was probably convincing herself she was better off alone. But she was wrong. The McCallum family wasn't a family she could conquer without dominance and power and I understand she wouldn’t really want to be with someone like me who was already a part of the McCallum orbit. But I hope she truly sees beyond that. My thoughts were interrupted as my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. A message from Caleb

I wanted to melt the very ground she stood on, to turn this laboratory back into the ash it deserved to be. ​But Lilith didn't even flinch. She raised a small, handheld device that pulsed with a rhythmic violet light, and as my fire hit the air in front of her, it... vanished. It wasn't snuffed out; it was simply absorbed, pulled into the device as if it were nothing more than excess static.

"I want you to stay out of this fight." I stroked his hands on my face and smiled. "I'm stronger than you think. I'm stronger than most of Draven's warriors," I claimed boldly, not intending to sit this fight out. His hands went to my arms as he leaned back and scanned me, then he frowned. "I'm serious, Lilith. Normal degenerates are like zombies, but these creatures are fully conscious, and they are not allergic to light. They are aiming to kill in the most brutal and primitive way, and there are thousands-"

Not yet. Lilith stands before us, her dark green eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Her platinum blonde/white hair flows with every one of her movements, and I can tell she’s savouring every moment of this confrontation. “It’s impressive, really,” Lilith says, her voice smooth and cold like ice water trickling down my spine. Her gaze shifts to me, and she tilts her head slightly, studying me with a curiosity that feels far too personal. “You’re holding your ground much longer than I expected. Especially you...” She lets out.

" Ariella said with emotion, clenching her fist while peering into the eyes of her audience. The turn of this story was making Malachi's skin cold, and his hands tightened in his lap. "So Lilith set out, across hill and country, river and forest, pick-pocketing, hitch-hiking, lying and thieving to make her way. Nothing could stop her on her quest, not even the weakness that crept into her bones and muscles faster than her lungs could pump oxygen through her veins. She was dying, and running out of time. "One night, on the side of a dusty road, she crept silently towards a sleeping man and managed to grab his coins from his hip pocket. She had his silver sword in her hands when he awoke, and

Ruby: Mrs. Smith took a moment to collect herself, clearly affected by Lilith's words. Her body quivered with anger, and her hands shook with fury. "Lilith was like a daughter to me." Mrs. Smith's voice wavered. "She would often come to our home seeking comfort and guidance. But one day, she arrived dishevelled and bloodied. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I knew something was terribly wrong." Mrs. Smith swallowed hard as Lilith shifted uncomfortably, her face paling as she realised the gravity of what Mrs. Smith was about to reveal.

Torchlight guttered in brackets along a wall, too far for warmth, only enough to sketch jagged shadows across damp stone. And in those shadows, a shape I knew too well. Lilith. She lounged in a carved chair like it was a throne, crimson silk pooling around her legs, dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her pale fingers toyed lazily with the hilt of a dagger resting against her thigh. Her icy-blue eyes gleamed in the firelight as her mouth curved into a smile sharp enough to bleed. “Finally awake.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. The gag was gone now, but the taste of it lingered, bitter and suffocating. My voice scraped when it came. “Where am I?”

“Wait…Someone is pregnant with your husband's child, and you’re really telling me that you are more angry about your boyfriend?” Lilith looked at her still bearing unbothered eyes. Her expression did not change. “Should I kill myself instead?” The words dropped like a bomb. Sophie stopped pacing, her body stiffened mid-step. She looked at Lilith differently now. Because this wasn’t hysteria. It wasn’t theatrics. It was literal emptiness. Lilith shifted after that, folded her hands, and returned her gaze to the ceiling. Then she repeated what she said earlier “Maybe this is good,”