Lilith Mark Palm Novels & Stories

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

“Isn’t that right, pet?” Ava nodded, face flushed, mouth open, tears in her eyes. Marla pulled her hand back slowly, dragging slick fingers up across Ava’s trembling stomach, then fed one to Lilith. Lilith tasted it. Groaned. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You taste like shame.” Ava couldn’t stop shaking. Marla grabbed her by the chin. “Look at me. Good girl.” Lilith stood. Her boots echoed across the marble floor as she came to stand behind Marla, one hand trailing up the woman’s thigh, sliding beneath her tight pencil skirt.

“I will… I will…” She hugged me again, even tighter. As she held me, the mark on my chest suddenly grew hot. It was so hot that I flinched.Then, without warning, a bright light burst from my chest and filled the entire court. Gasps filled the room. Everyone shielded their eyes as the light grew stronger until the whole hall glittered. The darkness outside even faded as if the sun had returned. “What is happening?” someone whispered. “She’s glowing!” another elder shouted. Then someone cried out, “She’s the Marked Luna!”

As I dragged my exhausted body out of the conference room, Sabrina stopped me. "Beta, Matteo's office looks a bit too plain. Go up the mountain and pick some wild daisies to brighten it up." Wild daisies grew in places covered with thorns, and wolfsbane was hidden among them. One wrong move, and you would get poisoned. I refused. "The Alpha doesn't like wild daisies. His office has always been decorated with roses only." Sabrina's expression immediately soured. "Are you questioning me? Fine, then. Since you say Matteo doesn't like wild daisies, let's go ask him."

It hadn't existed years ago when I'd been here last. A large carved make-shift stone table sits in the center, surrounded by four smaller ones arranged in a way to show discussions takes place here. Soft cushions, placed on each stone, and the moonlight dimmed this side, the lit candles being the source to our dancing shadows on the walls.The scent of sage is lighter too, but mixed with faint notes of dried lavender and polished stone. “The shrine itself isn’t exactly built to welcome visitors,” Ophelia says, gesturing around with a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “But this alcove is a bit more… hospitable.”

I wanted to melt the very ground she stood on, to turn this laboratory back into the ash it deserved to be. ​But Lilith didn't even flinch. She raised a small, handheld device that pulsed with a rhythmic violet light, and as my fire hit the air in front of her, it... vanished. It wasn't snuffed out; it was simply absorbed, pulled into the device as if it were nothing more than excess static.

I mumbled, struggling against my emotions. "What game are you playing now, Lilith?!" "It's not a game, Linda. I wish I could get away from here, but Mr. Sharpe isn't letting me go!" "That doesn't make sense! You are a skillful assassin, can't you escape?" Frowning, I held my breath for the longest, striving to stay calm. Then I slowly breathed out and uttered, "Okay. I will see how to get out of this situation. Hopefully, it will go well "

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.