Lilith Samael Novels & Stories

"Not quite that simple. Lilith is a demon, free from external control and constraint, a self-governing woman, which means, you have to become a follower of her to gain her blessings. And maybe even have access to her power storage." "The amulet." Now that she explained even more better, I felt stupid. How could I try to kill the devil? How! "That is impossible." Part of me was already at the verge of giving up, but I wasn't going to lose my sister again. She was still alive, and so many other people. I could save them. "Quite." A total silent took over the air, with both sisters trying to overcome the devil. The real devil. Then I remembered what Kedar had said the other day, and Pendragon,

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.

I followed my eyes to the area she was pointing at. "Lilith. The first wife of Adam, mother of all demons and the third in line to the throne of abyss " It's settled, Faynelle is loosing her mind. But I'm not going to tell her that. She paused to look at me then at Ming then back at me.

“Is that Lilith or Fatima?” “Attention, everyone! My name is Fatima, and I am the authentic Fatima. I am the Alpha King’s sole mate, and I am here to reveal the truth about Lilith. She falsely claims to be me to win over Lucas, and she even went as far as to kill me!” I shook my head in disbelief as she began to roar and cry. No . . . This couldn’t be real. I turned around to face Lucas. “Lucas, that statement is not accurate.” I find myself frequently shaking my head.

Benji and Dante followed suit and were now sitting on the floor in front of me, next to Osiris, facing Kane. Kane sat up straight and proceeded to give us all a small history lesson. “Lilith… according to the Alphabet of Ben Sira Lilith is the original wife of Adam and was made from the Earth just as Adam was, which lead to her belief that she was his equal, not be subservient to him. Lilith fled the garden of Eden, leaving God to create Eve. Lilith’s powers are often linked to the dark, the wild, and the exiled, and she is associated with seducing men in their dreams. She is also a mastery of dark magic, including fire magic and creating demonic constructs.”

A volcano-like bout of black magic swirled beneath our feet and erupted, tossing us aside while shattering the cloak I whipped up earlier to hide myself and Malle…er…Erzelus. The pandemonium of satanic voices swirled up high in the sky, along with a whirl of powerful waves of black magic which rippled through the air, making it hard to breathe. The distorted, demonic voice spoke, sounding somewhat muffled as if it was coming from deep inside the grounds that cracked beneath our feet just a few seconds ago. I knew that voice. It was Nahevra. Her alter ego in the human realm is Lilith—Incarnate of malice, mother of all demons.

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

That again snapped the beast's control stirring him inside. Suddenly something happened, transformation of Allistair began. Allistair’s silver hair with golden highlights shifted, turning snow white with crimson red highlights, lengthening to cascade down his back. His ocean eyes bled into a vivid blood red, and at the center, rainbow-colored slits appeared. His skin paled, almost luminescent, and a mark burned into his forehead—the unmistakable symbol of Lilith: a naked woman sitting on a crescent moon, her legs bound on a cross, with leaves forming a snake behind her. Samael paused, his eyes wide with shock. “Allistair… the mark of Lilith…” His voice was hoarse, as though the realization

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

“Not literally, you brain-rotted worm.” “Then how do you know?” I demanded, indignant. The cold winds died down, replaced by a cool breeze, as if we were floating across the abyss. I felt heady and weightless, as if I could drift off to sleep... “Because,” Samael said distantly. “I'm the angel of sex and death.” I gawked. “What!”