Lilith Seal Novels & Stories

Then I get a rather splendid idea, which does not go unnoticed by my beloved. "Don't you dare, don't you even think about it." "What might I have been thinking of now?" "The poor child is not carrying our rings on a stupid pillow. I will smash that thing into your face until the things shreds to feathers." But it is not the violent pillow slapping that catches Lilith's attention; it is the mention of rings. And I swear this woman can read minds, for she immediately knows what I am referring to. And if I thought that Sebastian was excited, then the delight on her face is nearly terrifying.

Real fear. And not for her. For what she might choose. “You have to understand,” he said, voice softening. “That door… it’s not what you think. Lilith wanted it sealed for a reason.” “Lilith wanted a lot of things sealed,” Lydia replied. “That didn’t make her right.” “Please,” he said, moving closer. “Whatever’s in there—it could undo everything. All your healing. Your freedom. We could just walk away. You and me.”

Lilith said "I sure will... What about Raphael will he be leaving with you?" "That child of mine has a mind of his own, he should play a while with his mate. I'll take care of things before his arrival." Lilith said and in a second she vanished. Lilith is a wealthy woman, the most feared and respected in all eight territories. She has fleets of cars, private plane and anything modern but she rarely uses them saying they are just modern and wastes time, so she chooses the best way of transport which is vanishing. Watching her disappear, Madison smiled and went to greet her other friends who were waiting Arabelle Leo's mother included

“Wait, but the prophecy states that I would have a child with the Creator’s champion. How can I do that if I’m here?” Lilith snickers with amusement. “Of course, that’s what Lucifer heard…” she looks down at Fallon’s prone form and sneers. “Oh, how I enjoyed the Seer’s lies. Even after my capture, she couldn’t tell him the true meaning of the prophecy.” Lilith rises from her squat and snaps her fingers, making a large throne appear next to her. A vicious grin spreads across her face as she graciously takes a seat and continues with her explanation. “You see, what Lucifer and our spawn didn’t know is that before I chose to seduce Lucifer, a Seer came to me asking for help saving her child. Th

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.

The chapel reeked of sex and brimstone, the air thick and humid like a fever dream. Selene Ravencrest was still on her back in the center of the glowing pentagram, chest heaving wildly, her perky breasts glistening with sweat and stray drops of glowing violet precum. Her tiny black lace panties were completely ruined, shoved aside to expose her swollen, puffy pussy lips that continued to twitch and leak from the powerful orgasm Lilithara had already forced from her. The stone floor beneath her was slick with the first messy rivers of her girl-cum, the crimson salt lines now dark and wet.

“No.” Lillian didn’t flinch. “What kind of sacrifice?” The High Priestess hesitated before walking toward the altar again. “This seal was forged in war, in the death of a powerful bloodline. The magic woven into it is not just a barrier—it’s a prison.” Lillian’s stomach twisted. “Are you saying someone has to die to reinforce it?” Elaria’s silver eyes darkened. “Not just anyone.” Cassian’s growl rumbled through the chamber. “You think we’re going to let you kill Lillian?”

I pressed the blade of my knife to the flesh connecting her ear to her head. “Make no mistake, Lilith. Lying to me will only worsen your situation,” I spat, and she nodded, trembling with fear. “Talk.” She swallowed hard, lowering her gaze to the floor. “It’s a mythical creature that was created from both celestial magic and darkness. Due to its terrifying bloodlust, it was sealed in oblivion by the goddess of light.” She bit her lower lip, shifting slightly. “It awakens every eclipse to possess the body of its vessel.”

Beside her stood four massive wolves with jet-black fur and glowing red eyes, the Obsidian Vanguard, Lilith’s personal royal guard. The woman pulled back her purple hood with a clawed hand, and the moonlight catching the jagged, ruined left side of her face. The severe scars from the river rocks pulled her lip into a tight, ugly sneer, her dark eye burning with pure madness and hatred. It was Lilith. She stood on the cliff, looking down at Elena and Julian with a cruel, mocking smile. "Look at you two," Lilith’s voice echoed down the ravine, rough and sweet as poison. "Playing house in the snow while your fortress bleeds."

"Fix up your face while you're there. You wouldn't want to make the headlines looking like a mean girl." I rolled my eyes at her. "See you two love birds then. I'm off. Take care of your babydoll Lilith, Mr Roman Argentero." And with that, she strutted off.