Lilith Novels & Stories

ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW Lilith, a 4000-year-old figure in Jewish folklore who, in some stories, was Adam's wife before Eve, had a monstrous rep in ancient Babylonia (her name derives from a Sumerian word for female demons or wind spirits, lilitu). According to scholar J. A. Scurlock via the Jewish Women's Archive, the Babylonians believed the lilitu "were hungry for victims because they had once been human," and "slipped through windows into people’s houses looking for victims to take the place of husbands and wives whom they themselves never had." While the image of Lilith as a deadly, hungry temptress has endure

Olivia’s body trembled. “Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro,” the woman said while she hovered over the child. “Videtur quod te salvum me. Qui ut tebi sit, she continued. But the woman’s expression indicated she realized something. “It seems Latin is no longer widely used. “Greetings, I am Lilith. I have been trapped in that book for decades. But you freed me. I am bonded to your soul forever, little witch. You shall never be lonely again.” Lilith? Little witch? Olivia shook her head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. How were you trapped in that thing and why are you calling me a witch? I am not a witch!”

Giving a touch that makes them fall into disgrace. "Just playing around?" Lilith chuckled in amusement as she swaggered her bright red hair behind her shoulders. "I'm not just going to play with that girl. I'm going to eliminate her until there's nothing left of that weak human." Anger returned to Lilith's face as she recalled all the things Felen had done since her arrival.

"Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. Apology, my Lady. My name is Lilith. Not the Lilith that you know in the human bible by the way. Just Lilith of the Blue Moon Pack. It was an honor to finally meet you in person." "My Lady, is everything all right?" One of Melissa's security guards needles between us. He stepped in between Melissa and Lilith. Lilith smiled. "Don't worry, gentlemen. We are just talking here, right Nathan?" Upon seeing her eyes, all I could see was utter darkness. Bitterness. I don't how Lilith

When I asked Lillith to tell me more, she spat in my face and told me to sod off. At first, I believed that Lana might have been the progeny of an angel and a seer. However, after thinking it through, I realized that it was possible that Lilith was lying to Bree or the Seer lied to Lilith. The more I analyze the situation, the more I conclude that The Creator knew of Lana’s existence. I just need to know why The Creator conspired with the Seer to make her human and place her within my proximity in such a manner.

The scientist hissed and complained for the next five minutes about putting safety measures for sudden spikes in amplitudes. As Nash and Khronos bickered back and forth, I waited for Lilith. According to the profile from the mad genius' database, Lilith was a vain woman with an aristocratic sense of fashion. Her hair was streaked with grey, always seen worn in a pouffe. How her hair stayed in position all day, I had no idea. My bets were placed on a wig. No human hair can stay that flawless after a whole day.

Tyler asked. “I don’t know either.” “So, why did your parents give you the name Lilith?” Tyler changed our conversation’s subject once more. “I don’t know. I never spoke to my parents either. They think I’m a demon that comes at night. I was born at night.” “You’re always putting bad faith in things. Don’t you know that according to ancient Hebrew legend, the first woman God created was Lilith, a woman full of beauty and the ability to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t you think that your parents named you ‘Lilith’ because they thought that you were beautiful and--”

With Lilith’s paradise now turned to hell, she shot up the ranks of the elites within the matchmaking industry with a secret mission to fulfill: to make sure Adam could never wholly belong to his Eve. Formerly, she was spotted at many events chatting up a plethora of men in the fanciest attire that would steal the spotlight away from the show. From restaurant dates to park picnics, Lilith Mendez leaves no stone unturned in order to nestle herself into the hearts of the men she offers to find love for. It's a sick game, you see. To leave one wanting her as these men succumb to their responsibility of finding a partner suitable of

“You lost the right to talk to me like that when you chose Selene.” Selene’s voice cut in like a knife. “Oh, please. Don’t make it sound so tragic, Lilith. You were hardly the saint that you liked to play.” Lilith tilted her head, an icy calm settling over her. “I don’t recall ever claiming to be one. But I also do not recall sleeping my way into a man’s boardroom either.” Selene’s smile froze. “Watch your mouth.” “No,” Lilith said, her tone soft but lethal. “You watch yours.”

Wishing I could end his miserable life once more. “Who is Lilith? You mentioned her last week,” Dr. Thompson asked, pulling me back to the present. My stomach twisted at her name. “She’s just a girl,” I mumbled, trying to brush it off. Dr. Thompson raised an eyebrow. “Is that all she is?” Images of Lilith filled my head, her body, her voice. I couldn’t escape them. “She’s young,” I said finally. “Too young.” Even as I said it, the temptation gnawed at me. Every time I thought about her, the desire grew even stronger.