Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

I look at Caleb for help, grasping for words I can hardly find. "Her name's Lilith," he interjects. I sigh in relief, feeling less anxious than before. "I was just giving her a tour of the place." She looks at me, no, observes me, stripping me down to the bone from the head down. I can't tell if she's judging me in a good way or a bad way, and the uncertainty makes me feel unhinged. I decide to break the ice by extending my palm for her to shake. "H-hello! " I can feel my palms turn sweaty as she looks at me with an unreadable look on her face, then her eyes brieftly land on my hand and up again.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Quickly grabbing her books and her bag, Lilith headed toward the cafeteria. Lilith growled under her breath as she walked out of the class and through the hall. To get to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Where she accidentally ran to Brittany and her little group once again. Brittany had Platinum blonde hair and muddy brown eyes that always looked brutal. Her face was caked with makeup like always. Lilith let out a sigh and muttered to herself. “This is what I don't need right now,” trying to walk around Brittany and her followers.

Lilith is a far better warrior and survivor than the rest of them. ......

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

Not yet. Lilith stands before us, her dark green eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Her platinum blonde/white hair flows with every one of her movements, and I can tell she’s savouring every moment of this confrontation. “It’s impressive, really,” Lilith says, her voice smooth and cold like ice water trickling down my spine. Her gaze shifts to me, and she tilts her head slightly, studying me with a curiosity that feels far too personal. “You’re holding your ground much longer than I expected. Especially you...” She lets out.

She looked at me once again, and I felt goosebumps run through my skin, I almost staggered when my eyes met with hers. “What is your name?” She was slow and calm. Everyone, even someone from a mile away could hear how fast my heart beat at the moment. “B-Brenda,” I stuttered on my words, blinking my attention back into the conversation. “Brenda, werewolves and their cheesy choice of naming children. I’m Lilith,” she chuckled, running her fingers through my hair. “I would’ve loved to have more conversations with you but more werewolves are arriving and business starts soon.” Lilith announced

Candles flicker with black flames. Lilith’s body seems even more overwhelming here. Deep red skin glowing, heavy breasts with dark, stiff nipples, wide hips, thick powerful thighs, and that long tail swaying behind her like it has a mind of its own. Her black horns curve back elegantly, and those massive wings stretch wide before folding slightly. She looks like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever tried to kill with prayer. She steps closer and runs those long black nails across my jaw. “You’re going to worship me properly now,” she says softly.

Lilith comes into view, a white dress that for humans would resemble a wedding dress, it becomes her. She glows light a goddess despite not yet taking that title, her hair a hall of bright yellow light, her skin a beaming light. Her eyes bright lilac, happiness dancing within them. She halts when she notices us, stopping seven steps up for a moments breath. She stare at us wide eyed before continuing, her beautiful face turning guarded. I hate that she feels the need to be guarded around us, that we as her parents have forced that upon her but our choices have brought her a hardship like no other so it could be explained as expected.

Lilith said "I sure will... What about Raphael will he be leaving with you?" "That child of mine has a mind of his own, he should play a while with his mate. I'll take care of things before his arrival." Lilith said and in a second she vanished. Lilith is a wealthy woman, the most feared and respected in all eight territories. She has fleets of cars, private plane and anything modern but she rarely uses them saying they are just modern and wastes time, so she chooses the best way of transport which is vanishing. Watching her disappear, Madison smiled and went to greet her other friends who were waiting Arabelle Leo's mother included