Lilith Books Novels & Stories

Lily's POV. I hear voices and try to push them away. I bury my head into a cushion and get irritated when I feel hot. I kick away the sheets and feel cool air against my thighs and back. As I hear the voice getting closer, I sit up startled when I realise someone is in my apartment. I open my eyes and rub them when I see that my apartment is totally changed. My bedroom is of lime green and white color but this room has dark navy blue and grey bedroom with velvet walls behind the bed.

She scowled. "if he isn't Human, then What is he? A beast? A demon? A monster? All I see tied down is a normal human being, suffering, in pain, and-" Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?."

' I asked. 'I can tell you what isn't in the book.' He wet his lips. 'It's not a Gospel for the masses, no matter what Azazel would like to think. Lilith never wrote that book to unite the Demons. She wrote that book for Ethan, so that one day, when he was ready, he would read it and understand.' 'Understand what?'

“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.

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 walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

I whispered, “the blood, the war, her suffering… all because I loved her?” The Priestess didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The temple doors creaked faintly, and I felt another presence slip in before I saw her. Lilith. Her perfume, sharp and sweet, like poisoned honey, filled the air. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to crawl back here,” she said softly. The Priestess bowed her head, stepping away. “This is not the place…” “It’s exactly the place,” Lilith interrupted, her tone laced with venom. “Tell me, Priestess, does the Moon bless adulterers now? Or only fools?”

Portugal was becoming home in ways I hadn't expected, not because it was perfect but because it was ours and we'd chosen it. "I've been thinking about your question from my birthday." Lilith said while we were sharing dessert. "About whether I want children." "And?" I kept my voice neutral even though my heart was racing. "I think eventually yes." She was choosing words carefully. "Not now when we're still figuring ourselves out, but someday when we're more stable and less traumatized." "That's a long timeline." I was trying to process. "We might never reach less traumatized." "Then we reach stable enough to handle being traumatized parents." She was firm. "Because I've been watching you wit

The petals shimmered in the breeze, brushing against her cloak as she walked. At the far edge of the field, she spotted someone kneeling—hood drawn low, a satchel of ember-seeds at their side. Lilith. She was planting. Not weapons. Not traps. Seeds. “You always this poetic when you’re off-duty?” Serena asked softly, smiling as she approached. Lilith looked up, wiping her ash-covered fingers on her sleeve. “These flowers bloom better when they feel remembered.” Serena crouched beside her. “You know, you used to terrify half the Hollow.”

Chapter 8 Lilith The night was long and hostile. It took several hours to fall asleep. Tossing and turning on the bed, the short conversation between the hot stranger and I kept ringing in my head. I recalled screaming when he sent me the amount of my salary. The night was long and hostile. It took several hours to fall asleep. Tossing and turning on the bed, the short conversation between the hot stranger and I kept ringing in my head. I recalled screaming when he sent me the amount of my salary.