Lilith True Blood Actress Novels & Stories

Something had moved behind her. A scent I knew too well cut through the blood and mud. Lilith stepped from between the trees in human form. She wore dark clothes that disappeared against the forest, her hair braided tight behind her head. Blood streaked one cheek, though judging by the smile on her face, it did not belong to her. Bella turned slowly. Lilith smiled wider. “There you are.” My wolf lunged forward. Three rogues hit me at once. They knew exactly what they were doing.

Her eyes flashed with malice. "I am Livia Valerius! Daughter of the clan leader your father executed a century ago!" "Impossible…" Theron staggered back. "You're all fools!" Lilith continued to laugh hysterically. "I lived among you for decades, and you knew nothing!" She watched Theron's pained expression and laughed even harder. "You know what was the most fun? Watching you push Cerys into the abyss, step by step! Every time she was framed, every time she was pushed away, it was all my doing! And you, my stupid brother, you always chose to believe me!"

That was when I realized someone was missing. “Where’s Lilith?” I asked, frowning. She had never missed a hunt before, especially not one hosted by her own pack. Damon followed my gaze, then pointed. Lilith, unlike all of the other hunters, wasn’t dressed in leathers—she was wearing an elegant blue dress and boots, and she was meandering through the area that would later be used for the feast. She pointed at a table and said something to a member of the staff, who nodded and scurried away to move it.

Xavier looks at my servant Omega and she brings the whip down across her back once again. “You’re going to die either way. If Xavier doesn't kill you, I will.” Chris jumped forward growling at her. “Lilith hired me to take her to some cabin in the middle of the woods. Please don’t kill me.” She begged as Xavier held her chin in his hands. “Where is her body!” He says slapping the side of her face. “She’s at the cabin, she’s alive. Xavier, please don’t kill me please! I’m sorry!” Xavier looked up at my Omega and nodded, with a swift movement Lilith stopped talking and her body went limp.

Before going to perform the duty that had been given to her, she decided to take a quick bath and change into something casual. She ended up wearing a simple pair of shorts, a sunflower flannel shirt, and slip-on slippers. She stepped out of her room and walked in the direction of a particular office. Getting there, she was about to knock but stopped in her tracks because of the moaning sound she heard. She retreated and decided to wait for the office personnel to finish whatever she was doing. After some time, the door slid open, revealing Liam Axford, of all people! He was sweating really bad, and his muscles immediately tense up when his orb falls on Lilith, who is looking at him with a d

Lilith stared at the metal container with growing disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. “That’s impossible...” Her hands trembled, and Lilith’s mind felt empty. “Human blood certainly wouldn’t react like that to cinnamon powder and black candles, Lilith,” Ingrid said softly. “And vampire blood… can’t turn to ash like that either.” Lilith shook her head slowly a few times. “No… this must just be a trick.” “But you saw it yourself. That was your own blood, Lilith.” she replied. And that was what hurt the most for Lilith. Because she still couldn’t comprehend or believe everything she’d just seen there. Lilith leaned her body slowly against the chair, and tears began to well up in her e

Putting up a strong front wouldn't do her good when she wore fear on her face as if it were her favorite makeup. I licked my lips, "What's your name, rogue?" She gulped audibly, "Lilith," sparing a glance toward the locked door, she breathed, "Lilith Rivera." "I'm looking for someone, a vampire. Haven't seen any of those around, now have you?" I stepped forward, forcing her to enter the stall. "There are no vampires here. If there were you'd be able to sniff them out," she stumbled, her ass landing on top of the toilet — luckily the lid was down.

Lilith looked up when I stepped inside, her eyes red and swollen. “Atticus…” Lilith’s voice broke through the haze, trembling and thick with emotion. She was still crying, still on the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to wipe her face. “Do you really intend to keep her here? The woman who killed Rachel… in the palace that should’ve been Rachel’s?” I stared at her, unblinking. I didn’t care about her tears. I didn’t care about the way she looked up at me with pain and anger in her eyes.

His back hit the walls, and Greg's eyes widened as he struggled to get out of their grip, but Goddamnit, weren't humans this size killed by the flood? The orcs pushed his head out of the opened window. The wind on his neck spelled death, and their satisfied grunt at his yelling had tears brimming at the corner of his eye. "Pull him up," he heard Vito's order, and immediately, he was yanked back into the room. "Greg, come on, add color to that face." Not when he was about to take the place of a fucking mashed potato, hell fucking no. Vito, right in front of him with a lit cigar between his fingers, rested his arm on the head of a chair and began speaking in low tones, "You've got anything to

There’s no trace of her, not a scent that’s strong enough to follow. And by the time we enter the pack house once more Lilith has a dead Damian at her feet. Blood is splattered everywhere and she’s shaking like a leaf as she stares off into space, still surrounding by that weird aura with her feet barely touching the floor as she floats. “Lil?” I call. “Lilith?” Her eyes snap to me, though she looks at me as if distantly away, she’s been crying. The tear stains now evident as the pair of us walk towards her.