Lilith Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

"W... What... What the hell?... oh..." "Lilith, the ground!" Lilith quickly shook her head and looked at the ground at Liliana's request. She saw in the middle and on the right side of the ruins, 2 undead praying in a luminous pentagram. "The summoners! Lilia, with me!" "Yes! Shining Warrior!" Her body lit up with warm energy. They touched the ground and Liliana held Lilith's hand, her aura covering the girl. "Let's get this over with."

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

He took slow steps toward her, but she instinctively moved backward, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Would you stop saying that? I'm not Annabelle, I don't even know who she is. I'm not your mate. I'm the eldest daughter of the Claudia family, Lilith, the heiress of the frontal pack. That's who I am, and I'm going back to take back my responsibility. I never knew that you and everyone in your pack were psychopaths. If I had known, I wouldn't have run to you for help," Lilith said firmly, her words filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. She watched as Xavier's expression turned pained, yet he continued to walk closer to her, causing her to instinctively shift backwards until her back wa

"He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It is an apex hunter tracking a specific frequency." With a swift swipe of her thumb, she activated the sync-pad. A translucent blue holographic map of the high northern ridges bloomed into life above the scarred oak table, casting a cool azure glow over their faces. Several tracking nodes along the outer perimeter were blinking with erratic fading gray signals. Liam leaned over the map, his massive frame effectively blocking the ambient chill of the room

She leapt toward Malik, hands outstretched, trying to seduce him with her power, with history, with the memory of what they once shared. Malik’s shadow shifted, a wall between them. “Step back,” he growled. I felt it — the sting again, but now it twisted into fire. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I reached out, palms forward, and the air itself responded. Shadows, molten fire, and obsidian shards coiled around me. A pulse of energy shot forward, forming a barrier that slammed Lilith backward. She stumbled, surprised — and for the first time, I saw doubt flicker in her silver eyes.

I'll make it right, I swear. Though I was awake, my body refused to obey me. I could only watch, tears streaming, as their breaths grew ragged. Shane, lost in his own world, kept murmuring my name. "Lily, my Lily..." A sickening rage boiled inside me, but I was powerless to even shout at them to leave. Time lost all meaning until, at last, the storm passed. Shane, ruthless as ever, zipped up his pants and dismissed her with a frosty glare.

"What happened? Why does the Winterbite pack need me?" Elijah hesitates. Air fills his chest, and then he exhales. "Lily has lost her mind and summoned permanent shadows from hell. Everyone is afraid of the shadow creeps, and no one can do anything to stop them. Lily is way stronger than your father. He couldn't beat her. Neither could the ones attempting to help him." I search Elijah's face, willing him to go on by staying silent.

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."

Guardians. Cole struggled to stand, blood dripping from his mouth. “You’re too weak—” She grabbed his hand, eyes blazing with defiance. “Then we fight together.” Side by side, they faced the shadows. Lila’s hands burned crimson; Cole’s claws gleamed silver. When they struck, it was chaos—light against darkness, love against damnation. Every blow sent tremors through the crypt. The creatures screamed as their magic collided with Lila’s, but with each kill, the red glow in her veins deepened. She was feeding the curse, even as she tried to end it.