Lilith Mark Palm Novels & Stories

Ophelia asks, turning to me. I shake my head. “No. She was crying, looking up. That’s all.” Ophelia nods slowly, then reaches for Eva’s free hand. “Your palm.” Eva lets her take it. Ophelia traces the lines with quiet focus, then she looks at me. Then back at Eva. “You carry gifts,” she says. “Memory Echo… and Time Scent. Both bestowed by the moon.” Eva blinks. “That’s… good, right?”

He pointed a trembling finger toward the back of the cavern, where the natural stone had been smoothed away by a hand that knew exactly what it was doing. ​I stepped forward, the torchlight washing over the wall. I felt a sudden, violent vertigo that made the ground feel like it was pitching beneath my feet. The mural was crude, drawn with pigments of crushed berries and ground obsidian, yet the handwriting was as familiar to me as my own reflection. It was the sharp, elegant script of Lilith—my mother, the woman who had died in a future that was currently being erased. ​“REMEMBER.”

Atlas began, his voice ringing out with a commanding authority, “I’d like to introduce you to Lilith, the new madam of the mansion.” A ripple of surprise and curiosity spread through the crowd. The staff exchanged looks, clearly taken aback by the news. Atlas’s gaze swept over them, his expression hardening at their disbelief. “From now on,” he continued, his tone brooking no argument, “Lilith will be treated with the same respect and courtesy that you have always shown me. This is non-negotiable. If any of you have an issue with this arrangement or cannot abide by it, you are free to leave now. We expect your utmost respect and dedication.”

I learned that he loved reading and he wanted to be an author some day. “Lani, did I ever tell you that you look like a light switch. You-“ Jarred began. “Shut the fuck up Jarred. She’s not interested and it isn’t working,” Alex interrupted. I laughed at Jarred and immediately clamped my mouth shut when I saw the whole Crescent pack standing by our table with their lunches. Eli looked at Abigail with a pained expression. Jet looked as if he were going to jump if anyone made a move. Damon’s mouth was set in a thin line and Channing Tatum looked mad. There was one girl that I haven’t seen before. She had white blonde hair that was sleek in perfection. Her eyes were sapphire and her smile was p

With that, she turned around. Mark was already wet; glimmers of droplets of water shimmered on his muscled chest, making it sexier than it already was. Lily's eyes didn’t leave his chest; she opened it widely and admired how well-defined and chiseled his abs stood out. Her sudden urge to touch flooded her mind. ‘Gosh, I'm such a pervert.’ Mark waded to the edge of the pool. He stretched his hands out, curving his fingers with a small gesture that said, ‘Come here.

Lilith’s POV "I'm Felisha Thronegrave, Lilith's mother. How is she doing?" I overheard a voice from the corridor, and nausea washed over me. What the hell was she doing here? "No, I'm not alone. I came with one of my sons, Mark Thronegrave." "Hello, I'm Mark. We are here to see Alpha Rowan and my sister, Lilith. We heard she is here." I could imagine his smile, and my body froze. Every sense in me heightened.

Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed a familiar symbol, etched behind the ear of his wolf and mirrored as a tattoo on his chest—the mark of his mate's treacherous betrayal, the very wound that had pierced his heart. Desperation surged within Lilith as she whispered to herself, "I promised to bring back his wolf. But how can I bring it back? Only his wolf can save him. And here I am, slowly dying in agonizing pain." She instinctively covered her still-bleeding abdomen with her hands, wincing and gasping as waves of torment coursed through her. Blood stained her trembling fingers, a vivid testament to her suffering.

Lilith held out her hands, the moon appeared in on the sun appeared in the other, he smiled once again. "Cute." Lilith chuckled, putting the sun behind the moon slowly, she used her now freehand, using her magic, forcing him to look at it, his eyes lost their colour. "Not so cute now is it?" He smiled, shaking his head, as he looked around. "No." She looked up at the board her power level was at 100,345,230. "How's it that high, you just took away his sight?" Marcella asked.

“ I don't actually know . I mean I know it's not hurting to be near you like it was the last time .” Lilith thinks for a moment before she says “Have you tried to use your powers since it came back ?” I think for a moment “ No .” She stands and indicates for me to do the same “ I will chuck small light serges at you use your shield ok .” I nod and get up and move about fifteen feet away “ Ready .” she nods and lets her magic move through her fingers before firing her light ball at me . Letting my powers come forward I pull my shield up with ease but instead of the normal golden glow it also has what looks like black glitter in it .

Chase shouted. I tried to lift a finger, hoping they'd notice. Chase didn't seem to, but thankfully Johnny caught on. "I think her hand." Johnny guessed. The next thing I know, I feel my hand being lifted and placed on the tablet. The cool of the glass sent a soothing sensation over me. The tablet was removed a moment later; I sighed at the loss of contact. "It's asking for a pin." Chase's voice boomed. "6...8...3...8...6..." Damian's voice softly cooed in my ear.