Lilith Morningstar Novels & Stories

I said. “Every single one of them surprisingly.” Of course they did. Lilith had spent years building relationships with those elders, feeding them, attending their ceremonies, sitting at their tables, most of them are even on her payroll. She had been running Moonlight like it belonged to her, most of them still answered to her instincts before they answered mine.

The next morning felt deceptively calm. Lucas was gone before the sun had even risen in the east. Lilith sat alone at the breakfast table, barely touching the breakfast that had been prepared for her since she woke up an hour ago. Lilith's mind replayed everything that had happened the night before. The portraits, the paintings, the deep red eyes, and Lucas's unusual powers.

“You brought a fake dress just to prove what exactly? And seeing that you didn’t even remove the tag, you must have rented it. You couldn’t even afford a fake dress. Tell me, mirror… who is the most classless of them all?” Mia’s eyes flashed with humiliation as she tried to snatch the tag, but Lilith sidestepped, and she fell forward right beside me. She groaned in pain as her knee bled, staining the dress. “You bitch!” Mia roared, clutching her bleeding knee. “Who the hell are you?” Lilith crouched in front of her, smirking. “I am Lilith Valtor—the Crown Princess of the BlueMoon Pack,” then, in a chilling voice, she added, “…and your personal nemesis.”

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.”

Michael rose slowly, wings of light dancing behind his mortal form. The room itself shook. Two presences, divine and unholy forced through the veil. All alphas and elders experienced their knees bend beneath the pressure of it, as heaven and hell itself seemed to bow to what was approaching. Out of the darkest corner of the hall, the shadows rippled out. A whisper swept through the darkness soft and seductive and deadly. "Did you miss me, Morning Star?" The air chilled. The smell of roses and blood hung heavy as Lilith advanced, her red hair cascading like living fire. Every source of light warped around her, every darkness adhered to her shape as if by gravity itself.

Candles flickered on stone altars, their flames bending toward something in the center. A figure stood there. Lilith. Her hair hung loose, her white dress stained with black smears like ink. She was whispering under her breath, eyes rolled back, hands glowing faintly as she drew strange marks in the air. When she turned, she smiled at me. “Don’t wake him,” she said softly. “Not yet.” “Where’s Griffin?” My voice shook. She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out and touched one of the symbols hovering midair, and it burst into flame. The heat hit me like a wave, and suddenly, Griffin was there again, on his knees behind her, chains made of shadow coiled around his wrists.

Rita The clatter of cutlery and student chatter filled the dining hall as Rita shuffled through the breakfast line, her movements sluggish. She barely registered the plate being handed to her until a cold finger tapped her wrist. "Someone looks positively undead this morning," Zach purred, materializing beside her with unnatural speed. "And here I thought I was the vampire." Rita blinked slowly at him. "Are you stalking me now?" Zach placed a dramatic hand over his heart. "Merely concerned. Those shadows under your eyes could rival mine." His usual smirk faltered when she swayed slightly. "I'm serious, gorgeous. You look—"

Andrei’s tone grew harder, and I could feel his Alpha power beginning to fill the room, “this woman has committed serious crimes against members of Ashmoor pack, a close ally of Moonshadow, including attempted murder of children. I need to know the details of her treatment here.” The doctor’s eyes widened. “Attempted murder? I had no idea—” “The information you provide could be crucial to understanding her motivations,” I added in a slightly softer tone. “Please.” Dr. Helena was quiet for a long moment, clearly wrestling with her professional obligations. Finally, she sighed and pulled out a thick file from her desk drawer. “Lilith came to us about two months ago seeking fertility treatments

I just watched a man walk into a waiter whilst being unable to take his eyes off me. Blake invited me here after all. And as long as the Montgomerys still had their claws dug into my parents business; as long as they still controlled money that rightfully belonged to me, I would continue showing my face around them until I've reclaimed every last penny. I was halfway across the room when a figure stepped directly into my path. Lilith was wearing a tight silver dress that looked like it had been painted onto her body. Her lips curled into what I assumed was meant to be a smile but looked more like a predator baring teeth.

You never wanted to be in the public eye, so I had no choice but to push Lilith forward! "Lilith is a noble—the daughter of Astral Pack's Alpha. She's highly capable and well-educated. If I weren't worried about your jealousy, I would've appointed her as the chief steward long ago. Do you think I'd let her settle for being just a minister?" I scoffed and said in a cold voice, "Is it that I never wanted to be in the public eye? Or is it that you never wanted me to be seen? "You look down on my lowly background and think I don't deserve the title of Luna. Am I supposed to fulfill my duties as your mate now that you need me?"