Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

"Oh, I think it will. You see, I'm not alone in this. I never was." From the shadows beyond the clearing, a figure emerged. Lilith. She was even more beautiful up close—flawless pale skin, dark hair that seemed to drink the light, eyes the color of blood that had never been allowed to dry. She moved like smoke, like shadow, like *death*. And when she smiled, Lena understood true terror. "Cousin." Lilith's voice was honey and poison. "We meet again." "You." Lena's hands clenched into fists. "You did this."

lisa said ignoring the silky way he spoke and the way it was setting her teeth on edge. “I like a girl with spirit.” “And?” lisa decided she’d had enough. The image of Matt flashed in her head and she remembered the ‘New lisa’, the new girl she was making herself at Martin. She could still be the ‘New lisa’, she could still be that girl here, in this place, wherever she was. Rillon moved nearer as though he was trying to engulf her completely and she took a deep breath. “Does that actually work? Any of that?” She asked, pushing him back slightly.

“The doctor did say your memories would all return someday.” Javier studied the small, faint hint of mirth on her face and flashed her a smile. Lilith was an exceptionally beautiful woman of the doll-like variety. She had fair-skinned, delicate features and a regal bearing. The only thing that was out of place? Her figure. Goddamn, she was smoking hot. Her breasts were practically pressing against the driving wheel even as she drove. It was so cramped that Javier looked away out of embarrassment. Lilith was definitely an angel with a devil’s body, in the sense that she had a youthful ingenue’s mien…on top of a femme fatale’s boobs!

Lava fluids streamed beneath like a large volcano changing the temperature of the planet and it atmosphere entirely. Everyone felt the sudden change but before they could react, gloomy figures rushed out. They were unidentified, they looked bizarre, unexplainable with exceptional and addition limbs making them more demonic than ever. After the rise of the demons came a larger hand, it tore open the sky like a large thread locked onto the sky like a pillar. It wasn't huge but long and slender, slender enough to be referred to as well shaped. The arms opened the ground larger enough to make way for the gothic entrance of the entity and as soon as the ground tore more asunder to it core, she wa

But it was the introduction of three witches in particular that captured my attention. “This is Lilith,” Eirlys said, motioning toward a petite girl, no older than sixteen, with raven-black hair cut short around her sharp, angular face. Her dark eyes gleamed with intelligence far beyond her years. “Lilith can manipulate mirrors.” Lilith gave me a small, knowing smile. “I can do so many things with reflection,” she explained, her voice almost too casual for the deadly power she described. I nodded, impressed but slightly unsettled by the ease with which she spoke. There was something about her that screamed danger despite her youth. What the hell?

I was almost at the place car my car was parked when Lilith appeared out of nowhere, standing right in front of me. “Hi, Uncle Bastian,” she said with a cheeky smile. Uncle Bastian? Really? “Let me call you back, Zihara,” I said, ending the call. “Good to see you, Lilith. I see your Tinder account is working its magic already,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm as I sipped my coffee. “I don’t need a Tinder account to get a date, Uncle. You know I’m beautiful,” she replied sarcastically, resting her hands under her chin like she was posing for a photo, looking both adorable and... kissable. The sun highlighted her fiery red hair.

He survived it. “Yes, Miss Luna, he’s doing—” “Liliana,” I interrupted, my voice trembling but firm. “Lilly, for short.” The doctor blinked. “What?” “My name. It’s Liliana, not Luna.” He stared at Sabistan. “I thought you said you were sure her name was Luna.” I looked at the doctor, then at Sabistan. “That’s what he told you? I never expected anyone to care enough to know my name at all.”

At first, nothing happened, then Lilith blinked, she returned to normal after that, then suddenly she blinked again, repeatedly this time, her smile faded slightly. She touched her forehead. "Are you okay?" Helena heard the woman asked Lilith. "Yes." Lilith nodded. "I think I'm just tired." Helena watched carefully, she smiled even wider as Lilith took another sip, then her movements became slower, her cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "What is happening to me?" She listened as Lilith began to shiver. "Perhaps you should sit down." The woman said. "I'm fine." Lilith mumbled, attempting to take a step but she immediately had to hold onto the table.

"Liliana, I don't think you understand the current situation. Now, I'm the one Finnley likes, and you're the enemy he wants to torture. He has handed you over to me. Do you think I'll let you go?" A LITTLE AUTHOR NOTE Dear Readers, I know this story can be painful to read right now. Liliana is suffering, enduring heartbreak, injustice, and losses that may make you angry, frustrated, and even want to give up on this book. But I promise you, her pain is not meaningless. Some revenge stories burn hot and fast. This one is different. Revenge is a dish served cold, and Liliana's revenge will be worth the wait. Every tear, every humiliation, and every moment of suffering is building toward somethi

She tried again, but it was still locked from the inside. Standing outside, she called out softly, "Ronan? Ronan, are you asleep?" No one answered. She stood there for a while with one hand supporting her back. Finally, she sighed and headed toward the guest room. The video continued. [Time: 1:43 a.m.] A silhouette suddenly flashed past the bedroom window. Everyone held their breath. Moments later, the window was quietly pushed open from the outside. Lilith climbed in. Dressed in black with her hair tied back, she moved with practiced ease. It was as if she'd done this many times before.