Lilith Mark Palm Novels & Stories

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I was supposed to accept the Chosen Mate Mark from my childhood sweetheart, the pack healer, Rowan. We were supposed to be bonded for life. But then Caleb, our Alpha, stepped in. In front of everyone, he pulled me into his arms—an irresistible force, a suffocating tenderness. He claimed it was a Fated Mate bond, that his wolf had lost control. He forcibly marked me. After crying all night, I had no choice but to accept it. I became the pack’s Luna. Everyone thought Caleb and his wolf were possessive. Insane for me. Then, two years into our bond, I finally got pregnant with his pup. That’s when he cupped my face, his eyes red-rimmed and gentle. He forced me onto

The air shimmered with restless energy, thick with something primal. “ She's close,” Maelen grunted impatiently. “She?” I asked, though I already knew. “Our soul bond. The mark. The mate. She walks these grounds. Breathe deeper. You'll feel her,”. Lokar, my demon, whispered. I closed my eyes and inhaled. There. Subtle… but unmistakable. A scent like fresh hot-baked gingerbread, wild earth, and something ancient. Not perfume. Not magic. Her. My body tensed, blood roaring like a storm in my ears. My claws threatened to break through my skin.

He replied with another question. Chuckling, Lilith tied her hair up in a ponytail. “I should have known that these marks weren't just fingernails. This is evidence right here though -” “Evidence?” Lilith asked with a frown. “- that we’ve been quite wild last night.” Blaze continued despite her interruption. “Stop it!” She smacked his arm. “It brought a smile on your face, didn’t it?” Blaze smirked. Nodding, the smile playing at her lips widened as her cheeks warmed up.

"And you hate the smell of lavender because it reminds you of something you can't quite remember. You have nightmares about running through the woods. You wake up sometimes with dirt under your fingernails even though you haven't been outside." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. How could he possibly know these things? "You're left-handed but you force yourself to write with your right hand because someone told you it was better. You hate crowds but you love thunderstorms. And there's a mark on your left shoulder that's been hurting for days." My hand flew to my shoulder instinctively, and his eyes tracked the movement. "How—" My voice came out as barely a whisper. "How do you know that?" "

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.

I really didn’t enjoy hiding out in the restrooms constantly. “That man has a death wish. He told my mom – “ He looks around the dining hall and leans into the table, whispering. “He told my mom to push the mating ceremony. Again. I swear, my sister is about to have her heart eaten by a shark.” Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath.

Oblivious, Lilith only clung tighter, her legs locking around me, her hips moving with increasing desperation. With one hand, I tore the half-removed nightgown the rest of the way off, my gaze locking onto those foreign marks on her skin, especially the vivid red one nestled in the valley between her breasts. I pressed my thumb down on it, a punishing pressure. "Mmm…" A soft, pained sound escaped her. Her eyes finally fluttered open, meeting my burning gaze. A flicker of panic showed in those hazy, tear-brightened eyes before she hid her face against my neck, her bare skin flushing a tempting pink as she pressed even closer.

*The Blackhowl Pack* The courtyard was a cathedral of night,it was open to the sky, its stone floor veined with old cracks that glimmered faintly beneath the moon. Braziers burned around the edges, sending up smoke that smelled of iron and sage. Lilith stood at the long marble table, her pale hands steady as she ground the moonflower into dust. The bloom gave a faint silver glow before it died, scattering light across her fingers like falling stars. She whispered a string of old words of magic and the powder shimmered. She then cast it into the bowl beside Aldric’s bed.

Satan could hardly bear it as he placed his palm on Lilith's face and burned her face because it was Bella's, his Isabella. Lilith raised her hand in the air. There was a roar gutted down and a big sword inserted through Satan's back. And it was no ordinary sword. It was Lilith's favorite commandment armament and the most powerful sword in Hell. Satan grunted as his black blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Lilith pushed him aside and stood with an unrecognized face that was charred by Satan's palm.

Ruby: Mrs. Smith took a moment to collect herself, clearly affected by Lilith's words. Her body quivered with anger, and her hands shook with fury. "Lilith was like a daughter to me." Mrs. Smith's voice wavered. "She would often come to our home seeking comfort and guidance. But one day, she arrived dishevelled and bloodied. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I knew something was terribly wrong." Mrs. Smith swallowed hard as Lilith shifted uncomfortably, her face paling as she realised the gravity of what Mrs. Smith was about to reveal.