Novel & Cerita Lilith Story

Ever since she came here, she had been odd, secretive and not open about herself, I couldn't hide the fact that I wanted to know more about her than I wanted to know about the back of my hand. "Because there is no harm in sharing." I found out about her, her identity and the fact that she was from the Abyss. I wanted to have her, to kill her but peering into my eyes, I saw that she was among those innocent slaves that were taken captive and used as weapons. "Their love story. They had the most unhappy ending." She commented after glaring at it. "Her name was Lilith." "Lilith was the first Abyss offshoot that couldn't get her heart's desire, she was killed for falling in love with her victim.

Sister Jasper hisses at me. I snort with laughter. I have heard the stories about Lilith from the moment that my mother thought that I was old enough to handle them. Lilith was anything but innocent. "It would appear that you have only heard one side of the story," Sister Jasper says. I can tell that she is trying to keep her voice calm. I know that she is close to losing her temper.

Even I found myself so entranced by the queen’s splendid voice that I nearly forgot my hatred for her. “Tonight is a night of celebration,” the queen continued. “After centuries, we immortals can at last be out in the open. We can at last better the lives of mortals everywhere with the gift of ritual magic. Rest assured, we shall not squander this opportunity to erase the black mark on immortality’s name. Lilitu were once blamed for unexplained pregnancies . . . pregnancies such as the Virgin Mary’s. We immortals know the true story: it was an incubus who carried the seed of Our Lord into Mary, Mother of God.” There were hushed mumbles from the crowd.

Might as well have some fun. “Okay, so how about you be a gentleman and let me light one with whatever magic you used.” This chick has a mouth. I almost smirk. I turn around and blink a few times when I realize it’s Lilith. Fuck me. She looks a lot hotter up close. She has just enough makeup to make her features stick out. Her eyes are so blue they remind me of sapphires. And her mouth is in a pout that makes me want to claim it for my own. And that body, I want to know what it tastes like.

Lilith? The witch? "You remember what happened to Eliot and me? A witch cast something so Eliot would smell someone else as his mate and create a new bond." She began a story that convinced me more. It was the same Lilith I had in mind. Since that day, she and Hannah have kept in contact. And because my mate was curious about many things, they regularly had discussions. "Is it possible to work in the opposite? To destroy a bond?" She continued with her question.

Not the shattered woman Lydia had seen in tapes, chained and manipulated. This version was… radiant. Hair dark and unbrushed. Skin pale, but strong. She wasn’t made up. She wasn’t trying to seduce or resist. She was just real. And her eyes burned like someone who knew she would never be seen again—but still had something to say. “I didn’t survive,” Lilith began. “You need to know that. Not really. I never made it to the other side of all this.” “But maybe I wasn’t meant to.”

"Looks like you've snapped out of whatever that peasant did to you. I like that. Well, as for your question, darling, stories come from truth. Origins, love. Humans only call it fantasy because they are too weak and stupid to comprehend it." The three women stepped closer, forming a half circle behind Florence. Their presence filled the room, making it harder for Bianca to take a breath. She stood up, backing to a corner of the room, staring at her mother then to each and everyone of their faces before sighing. Can they just leave so she could mourn Melissa in peace? One of them—a woman with silver eyes and a scar down her cheek— spoke, her tone a little hesitant. "Lilith," she bowed, addres

She pushed herself off the wall and took a step closer, invading Aurora’s space just enough to remind her who she thought held the upper hand. “Of course I do,” Lilith said. “I mean, we fucked for a while back then in the UK, and like I said, he was my business partner until the lab got burnt and I had to look for other means to survive.” Aurora felt her stomach twist, but she didn’t let it show. Lilith wasn’t finished, and she knew better than to interrupt when someone like Lilith was eager to talk. “So I came to America,” Lilith continued calmly, her voice dropping into something darker, more deliberate, “so Xavier could take responsibility of his son.”

“We will—we will! You and Eve and I—we could make such good friends. Like, the best. The kind of friends who share clothes, secrets, and maybe… vibes?” Lilith actually laughed—low, rich, genuine. The sound rolled through the kitchen like warm smoke. “Vibes,” she repeated, tasting the word. “I like that.” And just like that, the conversation shifted. Isabella launched into a story about some underground club in the city where the music was so loud it rattled your bones and the drinks glowed under blacklight. Lilith listened—actually listened—head tilted, lips curved in that half-smile that made you feel seen and devoured at the same time. Then Lilith countered with a tale about a forgotten ci

I said with venom sipping out of my mouth. "Shut up! Do not call me sick, you bitch! Let me tell you how your amazing mother killed mine!" She took a deep breath before starting to speak again. I let her tell me as I was curious to know how mom got to be captive for almost twenty-five years. "There was a nice girl named Lilith. She could control the air, an air elemental. One day wandering alone through the forest, she wakes up here, in an unknown world. Scared to death, she runs till her legs give up and end up here, to the Black Moon Pack. Of course, this was not a coincidence. Fascinated by this world, she decided to remain here, only to fall in love with my father, the Alpha. They got ma