Lilith Novels & Stories

*Almost* kind. "Lena." Her voice was like honey and poison. "I've waited so long to meet you." "And you are?" "Your cousin." She smiled—a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "My name is Lilith. And I'm here to offer you a choice." Lena's hand went to her pendant. "What choice?" "Join me. Together, we can rule everything—the wolves, the vampires, the hybrids. Everything Seraphine wanted, we can have." "And if I refuse?"

"You're just a copy of a copy, a pale imitation of the real thing. The original Lilith would never have lowered herself to mate with a mutt like you." Lilith laughed, and it was the most chilling sound I'd ever heard. "The original Lilith is dead," she said, pointing at the broken, bleeding woman in the snow. "And the reason she's dead is because she let you break her. But I'm not her. I'm the version that survived. I'm the version that fought back. And I have three little reasons why I will never, ever let anyone like you take me anywhere."

She was about to plead more when he fished out his phone with his uninjured hand, while the other was lying helplessly on his side, still dripping with blood. “Come fetch a traitor. I’ll look for Leal.” Lilith munched on her nth prey for the night, tearing his flesh and biting out his intestines. She could feel the chewy goodness of the fresh human insides, devouring it slowly. She was lying on top of the body, casually eating his remains. Her ears perked when she heard soft rustling from a few meters away. Sniffing the air, she quietly huffed when she smelled a variety of scents. She growled as she felt the surface faintly rumbling because of their footsteps.

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

She looked at me once again, and I felt goosebumps run through my skin, I almost staggered when my eyes met with hers. “What is your name?” She was slow and calm. Everyone, even someone from a mile away could hear how fast my heart beat at the moment. “B-Brenda,” I stuttered on my words, blinking my attention back into the conversation. “Brenda, werewolves and their cheesy choice of naming children. I’m Lilith,” she chuckled, running her fingers through my hair. “I would’ve loved to have more conversations with you but more werewolves are arriving and business starts soon.” Lilith announced

Ruby: Mrs. Smith took a moment to collect herself, clearly affected by Lilith's words. Her body quivered with anger, and her hands shook with fury. "Lilith was like a daughter to me." Mrs. Smith's voice wavered. "She would often come to our home seeking comfort and guidance. But one day, she arrived dishevelled and bloodied. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I knew something was terribly wrong." Mrs. Smith swallowed hard as Lilith shifted uncomfortably, her face paling as she realised the gravity of what Mrs. Smith was about to reveal.

But it was the introduction of three witches in particular that captured my attention. “This is Lilith,” Eirlys said, motioning toward a petite girl, no older than sixteen, with raven-black hair cut short around her sharp, angular face. Her dark eyes gleamed with intelligence far beyond her years. “Lilith can manipulate mirrors.” Lilith gave me a small, knowing smile. “I can do so many things with reflection,” she explained, her voice almost too casual for the deadly power she described. I nodded, impressed but slightly unsettled by the ease with which she spoke. There was something about her that

Lucinda said with excitement visible in her red eyes as she gazed at the girl's back. The girl is Lilith Dragoon, the daughter of Lucinda Dragoon and also the king's only niece. A hidden vampire princess, known by only a few, and also for her cruel and bloodthirsty character. Lilith slowly looked turned back, facing her mother, revealing a face that look 99.9% like Thelma. "Oh, you do the opposite of what I want again?" Lilith's expression was filled with nonchalance as she stares at her mother in the eyes who was also staring at her back.

He took slow steps toward her, but she instinctively moved backward, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Would you stop saying that? I'm not Annabelle, I don't even know who she is. I'm not your mate. I'm the eldest daughter of the Claudia family, Lilith, the heiress of the frontal pack. That's who I am, and I'm going back to take back my responsibility. I never knew that you and everyone in your pack were psychopaths. If I had known, I wouldn't have run to you for help," Lilith said firmly, her words filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. She watched as Xavier's expression turned pained, yet he continued to walk closer to her

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips