Lilith Morningstar Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

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.”

I snapped my attention back to Casey as she spoke. "You promised, Lilith. Every detail. I don't care how boring it is, I need to know." "Fine," I mumbled and proceeded to tell her about Santorini. Well, mainly about Christie, how she was her clone but with lighter blonde hair and paler, also, Diamante. "So, you found a new friend, jealous," she brought the rep disposal cup containing the lemonade to her mouth, took a sip, and set the cup down. "But that bitch, Diamante. Really? He allowed a fucking wedding wrecker and his ex to stay in the same apartment with you? She's why everything happened, and he's shielding her? Such a loser!"

A key. It had an engraving. L.C. — Level C. Restricted Wing. She stared down at it, pulse thundering. There was more. Lilith hadn’t been erased. She’d been locked away. And now… she was calling Lydia to finish what had been started. Not just to reclaim her body. But to burn the whole system down. Lydia slips back into bed next to Damian, but she doesn’t sleep. She places the key beneath her pillow. Tomorrow, she’ll go alone.

Despite having nights of passion, we rarely ate together—and I often loathed cooking for him because I knew he didn’t really want to dine with me. Now, as I opened the refrigerator and started pulling out ingredients for breakfast, it felt different. Like I belonged here again. I was whisking eggs in a large bowl when I heard footsteps behind me. Expecting to see one of the pack members starting their morning duties, I turned with a smile. But the smile died on my face. Lilith was standing in the doorway wearing a simple gray uniform that marked her as an Omega servant. Her hair was pulled back severely, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She looked smaller somehow, diminished by he

A tall, dark figure stepped into view. Lilith. The maids instantly froze. One dropped the tray. The other backed away in silence. She wore a long black cloak, her eyes glowing purple. Her smile was sharp, dangerous, and full of secrets. Lilith moved like smoke, eyes glowing faintly purple, her hands hidden beneath her long black cloak. She didn’t speak. Just stared at Lunae with a smile that dripped venom. Lilith didn’t speak. She walked straight to the bars and reached inside.

I went quiet and my face grew hot. Lilith Storme. The Beta’s daughter. The pack’s pride and joy. She has hazel eyes which light up in the fire and her hair which shimmers. An angel at a dagger when she speaks. I ran my hands over the hem of my servant’s skirt and turned to leave. “Did you see what her hands did?” Lilith said out loud as she got up from her seat. ”They shake as if she’s going to drop everything again. Pathetic.”

“You can never be so sure but let me hear what you have to say. I'm listening.” Cornelius focused on him as he drank his last drop of tea. What could he possibly want? “Mia Winston. The daughter of Gabriel Wimston and the last Lunar Witch, she's becoming a huge problem to me and my affairs. She's standing in the way of a lot of things I want and I can not deal with it. She's just a child and yet, I can't get through to her. I know how much you crave to have what she has and take it away. I also want that too. If we refuse to stop her, she will grow wings, spread them and fly high above our reach and then when we want to do something about her, it would be too late.”

The lobby lights dimmed softly while elegant music echoed through the enormous hall. A woman in a silver gown stepped onto the staircase smiling brightly. “Good evening, guests,” she announced smoothly. “Welcome to the Midnight Project.” Applause spread across the lobby while cameras turned toward her. “We selected each of you because of your talent, influence, creativity, and potential. Over the next seven days, you will participate in immersive experiences throughout the hotel designed to test intelligence, teamwork, adaptability, and emotional instinct.” “Emotional instinct?” Winona muttered quietly. “That sounds illegal already,” Ava whispered back.

Scar arrives at the party together with Lilith, fashionably late. If she was nervous about being a spy for the first time, that nervousness has doubled with Lilith by her side— “Since when are you interested in this kind of event?? I don’t know if I can keep an eye on you all that well…” Scar hisses at Lilith when she pauses at the grand gate of the Hilton House, which, in her eyes now, is nothing short of a bloody evil nest.