Lilith Morningstar Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

They all got up, Lilith and Adrian were saying their goodbyes as a red light glared inside of the room. Murmurs arose in the room as everyone walked to the window. "Is that the moon?" Amaris asked. "It isn't supposed to be here today, it was supposed to rise next week and why is red?" The red light slowly met Lilith skin, she felt it heat she began sweating. "I'm going into heat. Adrian." He nods, whispering a simple spell to make a portal appear. Many men walked closer to Lilith taking in her intoxicating scent, even the mated males were stepping closer, they tried to control themselves but it was impossible, her scent was hypnotizing.

Gabriel turned sharply toward the darkest corner of the cavern. Adrian followed his stare, forcing his head up despite the weight crushing him. A shape moved there—at first only a blur, like a ripple of shadow across the wall. Then— Footsteps. Soft. Deliberate. Predatory. Gabriel’s expression shifted for the first time— from calm superiority to irritated recognition. “Oh,” he muttered, “you.” Emily felt her heartbeat stutter. Adrian’s eyes widened. From the shadows, she stepped out: Lilith. Her silhouette emerged like a slow burn—dark hair cascading over her shoulders, black dress flowing like liquid night, lips painted the color of fresh blood. Her eyes glowed faintly, her expression unread

“Then why help me?” “Because she seeks to use you to destroy Lucifer,” Lilith said, her tone darkening. “And if he dies, the last spark our son, his mate, dies with him. You, Pride you are one of the key to help hell and save it. You and your brothers. You were bound to the Morning Star to anchor his existence.” She placed her hand over his chest, over the fading sigil. Her crimson light flared, engulfing the mark until it burned anew — half red, half gold, half night, half dawn.

"But you dragged me out before I could finish ripping the underworld's throne apart." Ronan let out a low whistle from somewhere behind me, and I heard him light a cigarette. "You know, I thought the Titans were the main event today. I was way off." Lilith stood up, completely naked, coated in black ash that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her body was freezing cold, radiating this death magic that made my teeth ache, and I could see her skin starting to turn translucent around the edges like she was fading into mist.

"Whatever sick game she's playing, she is coming out today. She will apologize to Clara!" CRASH! Another violent impact. The doorframe finally gave way, splintering and breaking apart. The burnt smell grew overpowering, almost suffocating. In the distance, Moses covered his nose, his face ashen. "Masters, that smell…" "Shut up!" Damien yelled. "Lilith is just trying to gross us out with these sick games!" My heart shattered into a million pieces. Even the smell of my death was just another one of my "tricks" to them.

When I entered the great hall, I saw a surprising scene. Before Lilith sat a small, silver mortar and pestle. She was grinding rare white herbs into a powder, then carefully mixing it into a vial of holy water, making a healing salve for the priest. She handled the ingredients with a delicate touch, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world. Seeing me, my sister smiled, unable to hide the smugness in her voice. "I hear my little sister is spending her nights with that half-breed. Have you forgotten our Sire's command?"

“ 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 .

Elizabeth Hunter was indeed Lilith! I pulled out my phone, glancing left and right, and snapped pictures of every page. Details jumped out one by one. A faded orphanage admission form listed her as abandoned at age six after her mother overdosed. Notes described frequent fights with other children, including one where she had broken another girl’s arm and shown no remorse. A medical record mentioned repeated bruises that staff suspected came from outside the orphanage, possibly from an older man who visited her. Another photo showed her older, sharper, already wearing a calculated smile that matched the woman I hated. A final entry noted her sudden disappearance at sixteen with no forwarding

Quickly grabbing her books and her bag, Lilith headed toward the cafeteria. Lilith growled under her breath as she walked out of the class and through the hall. To get to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Where she accidentally ran to Brittany and her little group once again. Brittany had Platinum blonde hair and muddy brown eyes that always looked brutal. Her face was caked with makeup like always. Lilith let out a sigh and muttered to herself. “This is what I don't need right now,” trying to walk around Brittany and her followers.

“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.”