Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

The way she spoke also did not hold any kind of emotion Unbeknownst to anyone, not even to Professor Sonny itself that the beautiful lady that was actually painted in the canvass was no other than the controversial fallen deity, Lilith. The same Lilith that founded the Mystic Muses singlehandedly as well as the direct ancestor of Delicia. He had found this portrait together with the talking oak tree in an ancient domain that he visited before when he was still at his apprenticeship period of studying Necromancy. Just like how clueless Professor Sonny was right now regarding the identity of the lady in the portrait, The young Yin Shun back then also did not have any idea who was the lady in t

“She wrote me a letter and sent it to the headquarters. It was sent to Luca… the letter was returned to her.” Eric shook his head slowly. “From what I gathered while you were gone, Lilith has been living in her hometown for years. She is loyal to the same gas station, the same grocery store. She goes out on business trips once in a while, but they are all related to her writing career. She is actually very famous!” “Shit,” I breathed. “She has an apartment here, but the doorman confirmed that she rarely ever goes there.” My mind reeled with all the implications while I thought out loud.

I think that as I get out of the elevator but stop in my tracks as I see Lily's back. I am 6 feet tall and even in heels Lily's reaches my neck but she still looks tall without it. She is neither too slim or fat. She is in prefect shape with prominent cheek on oval shape face and heart shaped lips. She has figure with curves on right places. And that curves are on perfect display because of the outfit she wore today. She has on tight black full sleeve top with red pencil skirt and black heels. Her hairs are open but as she turn slightly I see she has braided little strands on front.

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.

Her skin was snow white and she had silky honey locks, big hazel eyes, and plump red lips. Now as he looked at the picture properly, he could see the similarities she has with Jacob. His eyes skidded over her name followed by her age. Eighteen, she was too young. Completed her high school studies and lives alone in an apartment in Greenwich Village, New York. It was also written that she took the flight from San Antonio last week at early dawn. Lilith must've figured out that Aiden's men would be keeping an eye on all the transport places in Saltillo which was why they escorted her to the USA.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Close enough to make Lucas realize that he had never been this close to Lilith before. “You’re not from around here, right?” Lilith said, looking him straight in the eye. Lucas shook his head. “No.” “I thought so.” Lilith studied his face for a moment longer. “The way you look around, you just like someone who isn’t really in the same place as everyone else.” Lucas didn’t answer, because he couldn’t find the right words. Lilith smiled again, more gently this time. “I’m Lilith. Lilith Sadie Rose.”

"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."

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

I mumbled, struggling against my emotions. "What game are you playing now, Lilith?!" "It's not a game, Linda. I wish I could get away from here, but Mr. Sharpe isn't letting me go!" "That doesn't make sense! You are a skillful assassin, can't you escape?" Frowning, I held my breath for the longest, striving to stay calm. Then I slowly breathed out and uttered, "Okay. I will see how to get out of this situation. Hopefully, it will go well "