Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

The woman who had just walked in was the last person she expected to see. She was clad in a long green robe with raven black hair and eyes that were like polished marbles. It was her mother, Lady Lilith Thorne A shiver ran down Lyra’s spine as she took another step back. “Mother,” she gasped. Lilith’s smile was faint, it was curved enough just to be noticeable. “Daughter,” she mused, “It seems… you need my help.”

Before going to perform the duty that had been given to her, she decided to take a quick bath and change into something casual. She ended up wearing a simple pair of shorts, a sunflower flannel shirt, and slip-on slippers. She stepped out of her room and walked in the direction of a particular office. Getting there, she was about to knock but stopped in her tracks because of the moaning sound she heard. She retreated and decided to wait for the office personnel to finish whatever she was doing. After some time, the door slid open, revealing Liam Axford, of all people! He was sweating really bad, and his muscles immediately tense up when his orb falls on Lilith, who is looking at him with a d

Could this enchanting stranger truly be her long-lost friend? As Lilith continued to weave her web of deception, Zoe's intuition kicked into high gear. She observed Lilith's carefully constructed façade, noting the artificial glimmer in her eyes and the calculated way she touched Andy. A sense of unease settled over Zoe, tugging at her heartstrings and raising questions about Lilith's true intentions.

The dim bar lighting cast shadows across her face, accentuating the sharpness of her cheekbones and the tightness of her jaw. "I do not believe your mother could be on board with this, Lilith," Elena said, her voice low and dangerous. The use of Lily's full name felt like a slap, a reminder of the distance that had suddenly sprung up between them. Lily felt a surge of defiance rise within her, mingling with the warmth of the alcohol in her veins and the heat of Caspian's body next to hers. She leaned forward, the scent of jasmine from her perfume mingling with the heady aroma of whiskey on her breath.

She wasn't addressing anyone in particular but it was obvious her orders were directed to the guards, "tell them we have a ritual to hold and set up a room for the ritual." "I'll do it," Lilith spoke beside me as she stepped out into the spotlight. She was addressing the room but her eyes, burning so bright with unbridled hatred, were focused on Hera. She was also an Adane from the Tanz House and it was only them that could perform the Tanzu ritual. "I'll hold the ritual."

So, I slipped on Jaxon's shirt and went down to the basement. I willed myself to keep calm as I descended into the dimly lit chamber where the air was thick with the smell of iron and wolfsbane. Lilith was waiting. She sat cross-legged on the stone floor. Her long black hair was wild and her eyes were closed as if she was meditating. Her skin looked even paler under the flickering lights, her lips tinged blue. Still, she didn't look unfazed. The moment I stepped closer, her eyes snapped open.

"Thank you for showing me this path! You can stay here, tangled up with your little wolf whelp. After today, I will be the only one of my kind in this world!" She lifted her skirts, ready to step onto the staircase of light. Just then, the sky suddenly filled with dark clouds. A tidal wave of dark energy descended from above. The figure of our Sire, Lylandra, slowly materialized above the circle. She wore a blood-red gown, as regal and dangerous as a queen. "Lilith. Becoming a Daywalker... and you didn't think to tell your mother?"

Everything ended badly. "I don't want to live a peaceful life. I'm Lilith yama, daughter of King Yama himself. I represent darkness "She ran her hands across her hair and chuckled lightly " represent ?... I am darkness. I never wanted to go to the land of the living you forced me" " cause if you stay here you are eventually gonna wipe out the whole of hell and if you do who will I rule over?" " me" She giggled He was kinda saying that truth though.

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.