Lilith Novels & Stories

She seemed to take a while but she finally walked out. “Hi!.” Lilith called out to me with a smile on her face. “Hi…, Lilith!.” I replied with a half smile, my head read on my palm. “I know you wanna talk!.” She said. I have known Lilith for a while, it’s been just two centuries since I knew her, I knew exactly how she loved her jobs. Lilith is the most shady and evil woman I have ment in my existence. The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices.

Lilith comes into view, a white dress that for humans would resemble a wedding dress, it becomes her. She glows light a goddess despite not yet taking that title, her hair a hall of bright yellow light, her skin a beaming light. Her eyes bright lilac, happiness dancing within them. She halts when she notices us, stopping seven steps up for a moments breath. She stare at us wide eyed before continuing, her beautiful face turning guarded. I hate that she feels the need to be guarded around us, that we as her parents have forced that upon her but our choices have brought her a hardship like no other so it could be explained as expected.

"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

***Lilith POV*** They say nothing happens by coincidence and I believe that. When I was born my dear old mother took one look at me and decided to name me, “Lilith.” I know it sounds cute and feminine, but once I discovered the dark meaning of Lilith, it was pretty clear that it wasn't a mistake that my darling mother decided to give me a name that has deep associations with servitude, chaos, retaliation, and downright evil. My name straight-up means, “belonging to the night.” However, I am not mad though because that's exactly where I belong, to the night.

The corpse-like spirit then rushed towards the woman, surrounding her while they move in a swirl. “Hells breath!” Verna’s eyes turned pitch-black while being engulfed in a raging fire. The blaze quickly crawled on almost every part of the room, burning everything it touched all the while setting up a wall of flame between them and the lady. Lilian began chanting. “Lilith’s womb, come to my aid,” keeping her hands close together as she began drawing every ounce of energy that she had.

I repeat. "We have less than that," Lilith says. She steps out of the shadows of the archway. She is carrying a bundle wrapped in dark cloth. She looks tired. The arrogance is gone. The ambition is gone. All that remains is duty. "The storm moves faster than weather," she says. "It moves at the speed of thought. It knows where the blueprint is. It knows where you are." She unwraps the bundle. Inside are three stones. Black. Smooth. Veined with silver.

My tail hung inert, without the strength to move. She danced before me. Lilith. Not the first, not the mother of all demons. A Lilim who had taken her creator’s name as a throne. Hair red as fire, eyes green as poison, skin white as the bones of the men she had devoured. She danced naked under the moonlight that entered through the open roof of the temple, her hips drawing slow circles, her hands running over her own body as if it were the most sacred thing in the world. It was.

Candles flicker with black flames. Lilith’s body seems even more overwhelming here. Deep red skin glowing, heavy breasts with dark, stiff nipples, wide hips, thick powerful thighs, and that long tail swaying behind her like it has a mind of its own. Her black horns curve back elegantly, and those massive wings stretch wide before folding slightly. She looks like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever tried to kill with prayer. She steps closer and runs those long black nails across my jaw. “You’re going to worship me properly now,” she says softly.

she whispered. She gently pushed Solenn toward the far side of the bathroom. “Go hide over there.” Before Solenn could react or ask what was happening, Lilith had already marched straight toward the door. Outside, Luci was still staring at her phone when Lilith popped out. Despite being so young, Lilith had a fiery temper. If she didn’t like someone, she never held back. People who knew her well jokingly called her “Miss Confrontation.” And true to that nickname, she didn’t disappoint.

"Less now than before. But yeah. Sometimes I wake up and realize I have maybe two weeks left before my blood becomes lethal. And I panic. And I wonder what happens if there's no antidote. What happens if I hurt them." "Can I tell you something?" Lillith said. "Something that might help?" "Please." Lillith stood up. Walked toward the garden's edge. Looked out at the landscape beyond. "I was not always a Queen," she said. "I was born human. Did you know that? In the 1820s, when I was just a girl, I was completely human. No magic. No power. No supernatural abilities of any kind." Melina's eyes widened.