Lilith Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I read its contents. Dear Lilith, I must commend your efficiency in fulfilling your task of capturing a hundred pairs of mates. Your work with the deplorable lowly human is truly commendable. His crazed obsession will undoubtedly aid us in obtaining the power of that human Luna, a crucial component of our final victory. But be wary of that human Chri; if necessary, do not hesitate to eliminate him.

Her eyes roved around, and she sighted Lilith, who was fairing better. She clenched her fist in jealousy, but a quick sinister smile appeared on her face as an evil plan built up in her head. She clutched her gown up, thereby raising it up high to allow her to walk Abit freely. She walked in slow and steadily moving steps in Lilith's direction. All thought Lilith's chest kept thurdering in nervousness and fear; she didn't allow it to weigh her down much; she needs only two letters to conclude her words, which are Q and Y.

Q: How did lilitu come to be? A: It has been confirmed by the Church of Black Heaven that lilitu root from the bloodline of Lilith, the first woman God created. While this explanation should be good enough for anyone, skeptical scholars have speculated that lilitu are an offshoot from vampires—an alternate bloodline that slowly changed through ritual-borne mutations, until it eventually differed enough to warrant its own classification. Others have adopted the absurd theory that the bloodline was created by a mad ritualist in an effort to force women into having sexual intercourse with him. This is, of course, complete bunk, and the fact that such theories exi

Lilith waited outside. With onyx rings adorning her fingers that shone even in the dark, she sat on a throne of carved obsidian. As I got closer, her too-bright silver eyes stared at me. "You stand in front of me unharmed, even though you smell like a wolf." It was a venomous purr in her voice. "Damon, tell me why I shouldn't rip your heart out where it is." An inferior man would have stumbled. I just grinned. "Because you need something that I have."

Lilith stood in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within. Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.

Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a constant, broken whimper. She had already cum more times than she could count. And it still wasn’t enough. Lilith stood between her spread thighs, but she was no longer just Lilith. Her eyes burned brighter. Two elegant black horns curled back from her forehead. A long, sinuous tail with a spade tip flicked behind her. Her skin had taken on a deep black sheen that seemed to drink in the candlelight. The air around her thickened with the heavy, musky scent of brimstone and raw sex.

“She drew ninety seven distinct figures in the October drawing. Each one different.” Lilith looked at the drawing on her wall. The small copy. The figures in it. “Is she in there?” she said quietly. “In the web. Can Calla feel her?” I thought about this. Lilith was not a Lunar Wolf. She was something that did not have a name yet. Built from the void’s original nature. Counterpart to the Moon Goddess. Parallel to the web but not in it. “I do not know,” I said honestly. “The web is specific to the bloodline. What you are is something different. Something that exists alongside the web rather than within it.”

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.

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.

With a tight jaw, he forced himself to breathe evenly as Ariella slowly rose, threw him a self-conscious smile across the amber flames, and brushed off her seat nervously. "Story time!" She waved her hand to get the attention of whoever wanted to listen. "This one is about a young woman who lived in a village, high up in the cold mountains, a place where food was scarce and good-will was even scarcer," she again looked at Malachi, as if seeking his reassurance, then continued. "Her name was Lilith, which means monster of the night." The pack members slowly sat around her, intrigued by Ariella's story.