Lilith Cord Novels & Stories

Elias’s breath hitched, a flush creeping up his neck, but he nodded eagerly, cock twitching visibly. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.” Lilith smiled with dark approval. She lubed the plug generously with clear, slick liquid, then had him bend over the edge of the bed, ass presented. She started slow, teasing his tight hole with one finger, circling the rim and pressing lightly until he was moaning and pushing back against her hand desperately. “So eager already,” she purred. “Such a good boy for your Mistress.” Then she slowly pushed the cold metal plug inside him. Elias gasped sharply as it stretched him open, the fullness intense and foreign. The cool steel gave way to warmth as it settled deep

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

“She drew ninety seven distinct figures in the October drawing. Each one different.” Lilith looked at the drawing on her wall. The small copy. The figures in it. “Is she in there?” she said quietly. “In the web. Can Calla feel her?” I thought about this. Lilith was not a Lunar Wolf. She was something that did not have a name yet. Built from the void’s original nature. Counterpart to the Moon Goddess. Parallel to the web but not in it. “I do not know,” I said honestly. “The web is specific to the bloodline. What you are is something different. Something that exists alongside the web rather than within it.”

Or Luna in this case and what's more is Theo had had a crib installed for Lora, so she will be comfortable down here also. Lilith sighs with relief as she see's the crib, walking immediately to put a sleeping Lora down. And then immediately she rushes back to me and falls into my chest with silent tears rolling down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I ask her whilst rubbing her hair. I don't know why I asked the question in all honesty because I know exactly what's wrong. She's trapped down here for one and for second she's trapped without Theo. If I can feel anything through the mate bond it would be the fact that Lilith is well and truly bonded deeply to Theo.

The music echoed forward from the background, this time it was more than an underlaid music. At the point of chorus, "I've always liked to play with fire.." Lilith looked at her fingers and saw them chopped off. There seemed to be a little hole in her chest, like a stab, which she felt the obvious pain of. Her clothing was of a sloth kind as she was in a transparent robe apparel.

“I’ll burn down anyone who tries to touch you or our child. I don’t care who they are.” The pregnancy lasted nine months though Yara hid it with magic for as long as she could, and when labor started she went to Arden’s private chambers instead of the temple healers. The baby was born during a lunar eclipse and when Arden held his daughter for the first time Yara watched him cry. “She’s perfect,” he whispered, touching one finger to the baby’s cheek like he was afraid she’d break. “Look at her. She’s perfect.” “Lilith,” Yara said softly, watching her daughter’s eyes flutter open to reveal one violet and one gold. “We’ll call her Lilith, belonging to the night.”

Ingrid then released it, handing Lilith a few tissues to cover the scratch. Lilith accepted it with a deep frown and began pressing the tissue against her wound. She continued to look at Ingrid in confusion as Ingrid reached for something on the table. It was a fine brown powder, it’s cinnamon. “This is just a catalyst,” Ingrid explained, sprinkling a small amount of the cinnamon powder into the metal container holding Lilith’s blood.

Jordan said. “Okay, be careful too” Louis said and ended the call, then he heard a knock on the door. “Who is that?” he asked even though he wasn't going to open the door. “It's Jordan, open up” the voice said. In Jordan’s room........ “What did Louis say?” Tasha asked as soon as he got off the phone. “Esther's friend Lilith is dead” Jordan said as one of his hand still held her waist as she sat on his legs straddling him.

"My core carries Marcus Vance's ultra-high-frequency conduit feedback! It's pure, unstable, raw electromagnetic plasma!" Leo looked up at Lilith, his green eyes burning with a fierce, suicidal courage. "Hey, parasite!" Leo shouted, his voice ringing over the shrieking heart monitor. "You want a human core?! TRY DIGESTING A CONDUIT MELTDOWN!" Leo slammed the trigger! A blinding, white-hot arc of concentrated raw electricity erupted from his chest harness, surging straight along the purple life-tendril and blasting directly into Lilith's open palm!

For hours, they had drowned themselves in silence, each blaming the other but too proud to voice it. It was then that Lilith entered. Her presence was like poison seeping into an open wound — intoxicating, sharp, and venomous. Dressed in black silk, her hair cascading like a shadow around her face, she stood in the glow of the flickering torches, eyes burning with an almost cruel satisfaction. “Well,” she said softly, her voice slicing the silence. “So this is what’s left of the great Lycans? Three broken kings licking their wounds?” The triplets looked up, their jaws tightening, but they did not answer.