Lilith Seal Novels & Stories

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.

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

When he didn't respond, she sighed. "Alright, come with me." She took his wrist suddenly and his eyes widened. "What are you.... you're a total stranger, you can't just grab me and tell me to come along!" He protested, trying to free his wrist. The girl stopped at once and turned to face him again. "Lily," she announced boldly. "My name's Lilian Arkwright, I have an older brother named Thomas Arkwright. I'm fourteen and a half years old. My favorite color is Lilac and my dog just died last month. There, now I'm not a stranger."

“I’m just tired of all this pretending.” Lilith was quiet for a moment as she arranged a few loose curls around my face. Then she stepped back and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small jewelry box. “I have something for you,” she said, holding out the box with a smile. “Something that might lift your spirits.” Curious, I opened the box. Inside was a delicate silver locket, clearly old but beautifully maintained. The surface was engraved with intricate swirls and what looked like tiny flowers. “It’s gorgeous,” I breathed, lifting it carefully from the box. “Where did you get it?”

Something seemed to be interesting to them, and they stepped closer to take a look. After shoving a few people out of my way, I saw what they were looking at. Lilith. She was made to sit on a chair with her hands tied in front of her and both her legs tied to each leg of the chair. A cloth was stuffed in her mouth, I guessed, to stop her from screaming.

When Elias’s flight finally landed that evening, Lilith was waiting for him in the penthouse, dressed in full Mistress regalia — a black leather corset that pushed her breasts up dramatically, thigh-high boots, and a riding crop gripped tightly in her gloved hand. The moment he walked through the door, she didn’t give him time to speak or even set down his suitcase. “Playroom. Now. Naked.” Elias took one look at the storm raging in her eyes and obeyed instantly. He stripped off every piece of clothing in the playroom and knelt perfectly in the center, head bowed, hands on his thighs. Lilith circled him slowly, the riding crop tapping rhythmically against her boot. “You sent me a photo today,

Lilith was on his arm, beaming as she accepted congratulations. “...Thank you all for the warm welcome,” Lilith’s voice was sickly sweet. “It’s an honor to join the team.” “Lilith will be taking over the lab,” Dylan announced, his voice carrying an Alpha’s authority. “She was very interested in biotech back in her pack, and I’m confident she will bring new energy to the company.” Take over? My lab? “But… what about Director Sylvia?” someone asked quietly. Lilith let go of Dylan’s arm and clicked across the lab in her high heels. Her fingers trailed over my workbench before she picked up a bottle of my latest calming fragrance.

Her eyes were now wide open and her mouth formed a silent 'o' as she battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy. Noticing this, Oliver quickly took over, his hands holding steadily to her ass cheeks and thrusted into her hard. Oliver watched her face contort as several small climaxes hit her, then she scrunched up her face in pleasure and screamed "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck! Yesss, yes, yes, yes, C'mon Oliver, FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" Lilith kept bouncing wildly on his shaft as her groans went on and on until finally her body began to buck as a wild orgasm erupted in her.

“You lost the right to talk to me like that when you chose Selene.” Selene’s voice cut in like a knife. “Oh, please. Don’t make it sound so tragic, Lilith. You were hardly the saint that you liked to play.” Lilith tilted her head, an icy calm settling over her. “I don’t recall ever claiming to be one. But I also do not recall sleeping my way into a man’s boardroom either.” Selene’s smile froze. “Watch your mouth.” “No,” Lilith said, her tone soft but lethal. “You watch yours.”