Lilith Cord Novels & Stories

Lilith gave her mate a shocked look, how did he know all of this. "Darci and Dalion, I should have expected this they're both very close and always smiling at each other," Lilith muttered more to herself but everyone heard her, Amethyst sighed. "Enough with the gossiping, do you need help with the potion?" They shook their heads. Lilith grasped the air making a tiny bottle of tears appear. "Just need to add these then a piece of my hair and we're done." She told them. "Your hair—I'm not going to question it."

As Lilith stepped back once again, sparks began to fly and an electrocuting fire ate all the powder particles on the wall, directing its entire energy to the center of the circle that she had drawn. The last spark flew and the center burst, enlarging its energy until a large green portal with silver sparkling ends appeared. It made the room colder, which should’ve been a relief from the heat, but it wasn’t. The room became air-still and it was a mystery how I’m still breathing. She went closer to the portal in utter silence now and I stood there, frozen when she stretched her icy hands into it. Her hands traveled inside and the same silver sizzling sparkles that surrounded the end appeared a

Lilith stood in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within. Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.

“Not much. Just suppressed a few… inconvenient elements. Temporary, of course. But useful while you’re here.” I stare at her, trying to piece it together. I can feel the power—it’s there, but… muted. Like a song playing underwater. “You drugged me,” I accuse. “I neutralized you,” she corrects. “There’s a difference.” Behind me, Korra stirs. Her body shifts slightly, a groan barely audible. I half-turn toward her, but keep my focus on Lilith. “What do you want?” I growl. “Oh, I already have what I want,” she says. “You. Her. The great Zorano sisters. Descendants of the Darvosi line. The only ones left with enough blood to challenge the Vilamir claim.”

"Whenever I tried to touch you or steal your dormant power, the spell repelled me. However, I found a loophole through Kai, your mate, and the curse that binds both of you, enabling me easier access to your power." "What prevented you from making your presence known earlier? You could have sent minions to my workplace," Kai questioned, his tone confrontational. "I dispatched Francis, Leena, Ana, and Neon, all under my spell. But they failed in their tasks. Your delay in making Leia your mate has been a significant obstacle to extracting her power. However, I've found a way around that as well," Lilith claimed smugly. She revealed a dark stone that began to glow, and a sudden, sharp pain stab