Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

she snarled. “What do you want?” “I can’t remember a time when anyone has ever asked me that,” Lilith said. “Even before this.” Her arms waved around the dark cavernous room filled with her dead creatures. “I want to know,” Thea said. “Why?” Lilith said, suspicious. “Who are you?” “My name is Thea,” she said. “So simple,” Lilith said. “But a name doesn’t tell me who you are.” “It may be easier to show you,” Thea said.

Lilith's face flushed as she mumbled, "Umh... I just." Colt's comments telling her she had to tell him what was on her mind, and the fact that it was Colt that was on her mind mortified her. She didn't want to say anything since she was frightened of getting no response from Colt again. "How about books and vases?" Colt asked Lilith, a smile on his face. And as soon as Lilith heard what Colt had to say, she was on board. Her eyes glitter as if they're giddy with delight. She likes vases, and she's been reading books since Bianki showed her how many books she had in her cabin.

It shook me to the bone. "Who the fuck are you?!" Vanya repeated, her green eyes flashing wildly as the shadows in the corner began to twist and bend into the shape of a woman. The shadowy figure stepped forward into the dim light of our glowing eyes, a slow, dangerous smile curving across her dark lips. "I am Lilith, Lilith." ------- AUTHOR'S NOTE Hello, gentle readers. Please comment massively on this chapter if you're loving it so far. We're getting somewhere so keep flipping the pages and I hope you'll enjoy this book, and help me make it a bestseller... F******k name: Mmeso Writes Adiós

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Ravyn sipped her drink quietly while a man in a white robe approached them on the rooftop. "Welcome, Zamonte and Lavender, I am Marek, the branch chief. I apologize for the brief welcome, as we have an urgent mission to protect Liriene Nethrillia, the VIP daughter of the Nethrillia family, the top billionaire in Qadim. She was about to make a public announcement to support the joint funding for the mass solar cell project across borders, which is set to start in three days. If this project succeeds, it could significantly boost the economy of this region. However, it could also contradict the interests of certain groups, including the Aculeus assassins, whose list no one on this continent wa

She didn’t know much about the supernatural world, but even she had heard whispers of Lilith—a figure of legend, power, and death. Lilith’s eyes gleamed as she took a step closer. “You’ve made quite the mess, haven’t you, little one?” she said, addressing Sasha. “Awakening powers you don’t understand, aligning yourself with mortals who don’t deserve you.” “Leave her alone,” Alex growled, his voice low and dangerous. Lilith laughed, the sound chilling. “Oh, how sweet. The little wolf thinks he can protect her. But you don’t even know what she is, do you?”

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.”

“Then let us both pray she bleeds when caught.” Later, as the hall emptied into drunken revelry and Magnus’s warriors raised their cups, Lilith stood at the window of her guest chamber, staring out into the fog-drenched night. Her reflection gleamed faintly in the glass: pale skin, dark eyes, lips curved like a blade. The human girl would curse her name before this was done. Lucian would burn with rage. The packs would howl in fear and fury. And Lilith Duskbane would stand at the center of it all, weaving war from whispers.

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.”