Lilith Demonology Novels & Stories

Lilith looked around her surroundings the ground was made of magma—the magma blocks were also enchanted with a death spell, if an individual with celestial blood touches an inch of it, they die immediately from poison, Lilith was never really fond of that but again she had no control over it and she was sure with her portal the same rules applied. "I'm afraid, I can't do that. The royal family would have my head." Lilith noticed he had an uncomfortable aura, so she decided to stop her interrogation and let Adrian fill her voracious mind. Even though Lilith wasn't a Bhexeanian witch she could sense auras well her wolf/Lycan could. They stopped at the portal, both Lilith and Jokūbas looked, th

At first, nothing happened, then Lilith blinked, she returned to normal after that, then suddenly she blinked again, repeatedly this time, her smile faded slightly. She touched her forehead. "Are you okay?" Helena heard the woman asked Lilith. "Yes." Lilith nodded. "I think I'm just tired." Helena watched carefully, she smiled even wider as Lilith took another sip, then her movements became slower, her cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "What is happening to me?" She listened as Lilith began to shiver. "Perhaps you should sit down." The woman said. "I'm fine." Lilith mumbled, attempting to take a step but she immediately had to hold onto the table.

His rant has me reeling, and I cannot drink it all in fast enough. It's as if I'm sitting in one of those boring history lessons about our ancestors, and the teachers are spilling information that's not even reaching my hearing correctly. Still, one thing is clear: my father's right. Lilith is destined for two lives. One of greatness and one of darkness. Are they right? Will I stand beside Lilith and Khai whilst she kills all of our kind in a fit of rage because of what has happened to her, or will she fight her demons and come out the other side and be our first goddess living within this realm with us?

Though Agatha can conceal her abilities from the prying celestial beings, far more powerful witches, warlocks, and demons lurk around, waiting for an opportunity to snatch her. She carries Lilith’s blood, a winged female demon who copulated with a dreadful warlock, Alastair. Together, they produced generations of the most powerful, power-hungry demons and witches to ever walk on Earth. Her blood is too powerful and tempting to ignore. She can’t be reckless.

After decades of fighting and finally agreeing to reconnect, it was almost fitting that this woman who looked exactly like Lilith and even shared the same name as her walked back into our lives. Lilith, the once Queen of the underworld. A monster in all sense of the word, the one woman so powerful she brought my brothers and me to our knees in awe. And drove us all against each other just for a chance to claim her as our own. She was the reason we are the way that we are now, cold, cruel, vicious monsters who will never be satisfied no matter how many souls we take or how much blood we shed.

ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW Lilith, a 4000-year-old figure in Jewish folklore who, in some stories, was Adam's wife before Eve, had a monstrous rep in ancient Babylonia (her name derives from a Sumerian word for female demons or wind spirits, lilitu). According to scholar J. A. Scurlock via the Jewish Women's Archive, the Babylonians believed the lilitu "were hungry for victims because they had once been human," and "slipped through windows into people’s houses looking for victims to take the place of husbands and wives whom they themselves never had." While the image of Lilith as a deadly, hungry temptress has endured for centuries (Lilith was the First Vampire in True Blood, for

"You do not want a kiss, how about you get down on all fours, my sweet vixen?" My ears pique in shock. I risk a glance at him and gone is my amused husband, in his place is a part of him I do not recognize. There is something burning in his gaze as he stares at me — lust. I am trembling under his scrutiny. He steps away from me. "I do not like to repeat myself, Lilith so do as I say if you do not want to see what I would do to you for not listening to me." I can take the yelling and the whips anytime, but this? Do I even have a choice now? After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

Luka states calmly, like everything they just told me is an everyday occurrence. "Demonic form? How? I...I'm only half demon. Lilith is a succubus. I thought succubi just looked like overly sexy humans." I whisper, my throat tightening and my heart accelerating as the panic attack I felt earlier starts to show its ugly face. "Lilith was born divine; it wasn't until she fell that she became a demon. Once she reached Hell, she was bathed in its fires. It never truly ran through her blood. Once coated in Hell's flames, it burned into her, embedding itself like a second skin. You were born after Lilith fell, making the Hellfire run freely through your veins. Demons born can shift; demons who hav

Lava fluids streamed beneath like a large volcano changing the temperature of the planet and it atmosphere entirely. Everyone felt the sudden change but before they could react, gloomy figures rushed out. They were unidentified, they looked bizarre, unexplainable with exceptional and addition limbs making them more demonic than ever. After the rise of the demons came a larger hand, it tore open the sky like a large thread locked onto the sky like a pillar. It wasn't huge but long and slender, slender enough to be referred to as well shaped. The arms opened the ground larger enough to make way for the gothic entrance of the entity and as soon as the ground tore more asunder to it core, she wa