Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

Not the shattered woman Lydia had seen in tapes, chained and manipulated. This version was… radiant. Hair dark and unbrushed. Skin pale, but strong. She wasn’t made up. She wasn’t trying to seduce or resist. She was just real. And her eyes burned like someone who knew she would never be seen again—but still had something to say. “I didn’t survive,” Lilith began. “You need to know that. Not really. I never made it to the other side of all this.” “But maybe I wasn’t meant to.”

“Humans aren’t meant for wolves. She found another—bet on it.” The words drifted like smoke, curling into every shadow. And where smoke curled, Lilith Duskbane waited with the flame. She stood at the edge of the training yard, her crimson cloak pooling around her feet. Her beauty was deliberate tonight—dark hair brushed until it gleamed, lips painted wine-deep, her pale skin luminous in torchlight. She smiled faintly as she listened, her icy-blue eyes sharp as glass. “They whisper because truth unsettles them,” she said, her voice soft but carrying.

Cassian stands guard in the attic. And I sit by myself in the center of the room… waiting. The bait. The wind screams around the broken panes. Every groan of the old house is a warning. Every second feels like a scream. Then she appeared. Lilith. She steps out of the shadows in a white dress stained at the hem with red… not blood… wine. Her eyes are glassy. Her smile, carved from hell itself. You're lovelier than I imagined," she says, voice smooth like velvet knives.

Lilith paced across her bedroom, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors. It's been a week since the beach incident but her blood still boiled. Her expression was twisted with irritation. The memory of Aurora’s eyes at the beach still haunted her. There had been something dangerous there…something Lilith had never seen in her sister before.

I went quiet and my face grew hot. Lilith Storme. The Beta’s daughter. The pack’s pride and joy. She has hazel eyes which light up in the fire and her hair which shimmers. An angel at a dagger when she speaks. I ran my hands over the hem of my servant’s skirt and turned to leave. “Did you see what her hands did?” Lilith said out loud as she got up from her seat. ”They shake as if she’s going to drop everything again. Pathetic.”

Candles flickered on stone altars, their flames bending toward something in the center. A figure stood there. Lilith. Her hair hung loose, her white dress stained with black smears like ink. She was whispering under her breath, eyes rolled back, hands glowing faintly as she drew strange marks in the air. When she turned, she smiled at me. “Don’t wake him,” she said softly. “Not yet.” “Where’s Griffin?” My voice shook. She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out and touched one of the symbols hovering midair, and it burst into flame. The heat hit me like a wave, and suddenly, Griffin was there again, on his knees behind her, chains made of shadow coiled around his wrists.

And then she arrived. Lilith stepped out of the car as if she had been sculpted for the flash of cameras. Black silk clung to her figure in all the right ways, the gown’s slit revealing a flash of long legs with every step. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over one of her shoulders, her lips a bold red that could make a man forget his name. For a second, the noise dimmed. Conversations faltered. Even the photographers forgot to breathe. Beside her Cassian.

A candle burned low. What do you have in mind? Fenris asked. “Total Annihilation.” Two words, and she fed the letter to the fire, watching it curl and blacken, ash falling softly to the table until nothing remained. “We have a score to settle with Lillia Silvervein and the Silver North, Fenris.” Pure malice seeped out of Lillia’s eyes. “But until then, we will wear the name and bare the crown.” And the killer? Fenris said.

I ask in confusion. "Uh-huh." Yassi shakes her head as a 'no' answer. "The girl on the right is Keil. She is known as the lipstick girl. It is obvious, right? Look at her lips as well as her cheeks. You can really see the answer." She added. "Yassi is right. She's obsessed with makeups. Well, everyone may haven't seen her barefaced but, I can say that her face sucks." Frey says in disgust tone.

Lilith thought to herself as she wrapped the scarf closer to her body. The chilly weather of Enoch was nothing to compare to with the eternally frosty weather of Trevault nor the biting cold of Lestria, yet Lilith had never done well with the cold. She observed the empty courtyard before her eyes fell to the deep and rich colour of the flower which bloomed despite the season.