Lilith On True Blood Novels & Stories

Victorious. My soul floated above my corpse, tinged gray-blue and frayed at the edges. The Hunting Grounds—our afterlife—rejected me. I was trapped. Not even death wanted me. “Do you think she did it on purpose?” Lilith’s voice trembled. Her eyes? Sparkling with delight. “Maybe she didn’t want to marry the Alpha of Golden Claw. She knows herbs—what if she poisoned herself?” “I believe you,” Avery murmured, drawing her close like she was made of spun sugar.

I was just about to ask if she had seen Lil when the door opened to reveal my best friend . Lilith has been dealing with covens and I know she's exhausted, her normally bright eyes are slightly dull and she has a visible dark circle around her eyes . She comes over, gives me a kiss on the cheek then goes to sit with Fallon and the pups . Watching them with my babies warms my heart . Lilith has on a full length black and red dress that shimmers in the light , her hair is up in a fancy updo . All I can think about as I watch two of the most important people in my life fuss over my pups is how lucky they are to have so many people who love them .

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 his wrists.

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

Their love was set in stone from the day that they were born. Now, I know what must be running through Breyden's mind; if she can feed from him, then surely he can heal her. But if he does try, and it is not the fact she will, in fact, then truly turn into ashes as she does not possess the power of her soul, and Breyden's power shall be like poison to her body. So as I approach him very carefully, I try to assess the situation for myself. Lilith has taken a very severe open wound to the left of her neck; then, if you move further down to the soft, delicate skin above her right breast, there is another rather big gash of skin and chunks of fat being taken from.

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."

Raven threw herself into the armchair Lilith chuckling as she did so. “That blood witch isn’t going to complete the blood oath.” “Dante lied again.” Slamming my fists onto my desk the wood cracked. Lilith walked behind me placing her hand on my shoulder in order to calm me down. “No babe Dante didn’t lie. He believes his witch is faithful. She has been corrupted and plans on weakening you.” “Then we kill her.” “We can’t. She’s Dante’s mate.” Lilith’s POV

Staying buried inside her for a moment, I caught my breath, then reached out and tapped Rylan's tensed arm. "Let her breathe." Rylan pulled back slightly, a thin strand of saliva breaking between their lips. Sure enough, Lilith immediately gasped for air, her chest heaving, silent tears tracking down her temples. Her glazed eyes reflected the dim light, looking like a well-used sex doll, yet holding a heartbreaking fragility. The moment I slipped out of her, a mix of my cum and her arousal gushed out. The thick, white fluid trickled down her slightly swollen lips, pooling on the floor beneath her.

The one known as the Blood Succubus was nervously watching the descending Mane. “What kind of monster is this?” Lilith panicked and hurriedly sealed up the entrance to her tent when she saw Mane open his eyes. Dracula would have smiled helplessly if he heard her use the same words Alucard had. A small blush crept up her cheeks as she swiftly slipped into her sleeping bag. Lilith was not to be misunderstood. She wasn’t blushing because she had feelings for Mane. Honestly speaking, she had no opinion of Mane except that he was a Child Supreme. She was blushing because she felt that her actions had been performed a tad bit later than they should have; and this meant that Mane had possibly alrea

Putting up a strong front wouldn't do her good when she wore fear on her face as if it were her favorite makeup. I licked my lips, "What's your name, rogue?" She gulped audibly, "Lilith," sparing a glance toward the locked door, she breathed, "Lilith Rivera." "I'm looking for someone, a vampire. Haven't seen any of those around, now have you?" I stepped forward, forcing her to enter the stall. "There are no vampires here. If there were you'd be able to sniff them out," she stumbled, her ass landing on top of the toilet — luckily the lid was down.