Lilith On True Blood Novels & Stories

Lilith's gaze met mine. She straightened slowly despite the blood streaking her face, lips curling into a mocking smile, eyes glowing with that same sick confidence. "You think," she chuckled, disbelief laced through her voice, "that you can beat me?" The smoke around her curled lazily, responding to her presence. The ground beneath her boots was darkened with blood—hers and others'. I stepped forward. Calm. Cold. "No," I whispered. Her smile faltered—just slightly. "I'm not going to beat you." I took another step closer, my voice low, deadly. "I'm going to drain the every last drop of blood out of your body."

They completed each other so much. – Lilith stops in the middle of the room and scans the surroundings with both hands on her hips, as if analyzing everything. Then, she seems to have an epiphany and walks toward her nightstand, rummaging inside in search of something. She turns to me with a mischievous smile and shakes a pregnancy test box excitedly in my direction. I jump, startled, and laugh incredulously: “I’m not pregnant, Lilith. This is crazy!” “It’s not crazy,” she hands me the box. “Your scent has changed, and my wolf is certain that you’re pregnant.”

Lilith was now feeling slightly thankful that Javier was with her, or she would not even have dared to go inside. “It’s already so late. Why are there no lights on?” Lilith complained a bit more and then gave Uriel a call. She could vaguely hear his cell phone ringing inside the living room of his mansion, but nobody was answering. Finding it strange, Lilith asked Javier to follow her inside. In the end, she screamed right after she entered because she had just seen a corpse! Uriel’s corpse!

She struggled to her feet, her vision swimming. “You’ve played your little games long enough,” Lilith said, her gaze locking onto Caleb. “Give me the amulet, and I might let the rest of you live.” Caleb clutched the amulet tightly, his face pale but determined. “You’ll have to kill me first.” Lilith smiled, a cold, predatory smile. “Oh, I intend to.” Before anyone could react, she lunged forward, her hand reaching for Caleb’s throat. Sasha screamed, the Heart’s energy surging within her. She unleashed a blast of light that collided with Lilith, forcing her back.

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

Soon, they were spending every night together at his country estate, like any mortal couple in love. But as Adrian "fell" for her, she fell for him. Foolishly, Lilith hid from our Sire's watchful eyes as she transferred her own ancient blood-power to Adrian, helping him plot to take the throne. While she was drunk on his sweet nothings, he was secretly plotting with our sworn enemies—the werewolves. She never knew. Adrian was a half-breed, born of a human and a wolf. The day of his coronation. Lilith would never forget how Adrian, in front of everyone, plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her chest and carved out her still-unstable Blood Core.

Lilith leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, watching the room with quiet satisfaction before finally speaking. “It’s true,” she said smoothly. “Plus Xavier is sick.” That got everyone’s attention.Several heads turned toward her. They have heard the rumors, but this just confirmed it. “Sick?” someone repeated. Lilith nodded.“Yes,” she said. “Poisoned, actually.” The room erupted into murmurs. “And before anyone starts hoping for a miracle,” she added lightly, “let me clarify something. That poison is not curable.”She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.“I would know,” she said. “I’m a researcher.”

So, I slipped on Jaxon's shirt and went down to the basement. I willed myself to keep calm as I descended into the dimly lit chamber where the air was thick with the smell of iron and wolfsbane. Lilith was waiting. She sat cross-legged on the stone floor. Her long black hair was wild and her eyes were closed as if she was meditating. Her skin looked even paler under the flickering lights, her lips tinged blue. Still, she didn't look unfazed. The moment I stepped closer, her eyes snapped open.

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 supporting them in their business endeavors while providing an

It’s suffocating. “Please... please don’t do anything stupid again.” I whispered, like a werewolf with a thousand silver blades. My friend, Tyler, looked at me confused as he held me up. Between the roar of the wind and the pouring rain. I could hear my breathing grow louder as I tightened my grip on the collar of his shirt. “What’s wrong with you, Lilith? What makes you gasp when you wake up?” He asked in a strange way. The burning sensation mixed with sensitivity and pain spread throughout my body. I shook my head and groaned as red fluid dripped from my earlobe.