Lilith X Alastor Novels & Stories

She gasps as she falls to the ground, but she takes my dick in her hands, her eyes meeting mine. "What's wrong, El Jefe? Am I not tight enough? Hm?" She then puts her mouth on me, swallowing half my dick in expertise. Irritated, I grab her head and push her all the way down, choking her in an instant. She struggles to push away from me, but I keep her head in place until she goes limp and passes out. "Bitch." Tucking my still erected dick away, I leave the lounge and head down to my office. Why did I sign the acceptance documents for Lilith?

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

“She twists the sacred text, Alpha. Do not listen.” Lilith only smiled wider. “Does she? The Moon calls for balance , one light, one shadow. If Zylia is the light, then I am the shadow. The other half of the bond. Common sense, isn’t it?” The Priestess hesitated, her lips parting as uncertainty flickered across her face. Before she could speak, I sensed a flutter of change of emotions in her. Her eyebrows rested, almost believing the nonsense coming from Lilith. “She… might be making sense, Alpha.”

MARA After breakfast, Lila led me down the east corridor where the walls held portraits of past Alphas and Lunas, their faces caught in strokes of oil and shadow. The air had the scent of lemon polish and parchment. She walked ahead, her pace measured, the hem of her gray dress brushing the floor in long, even sweeps. The door to her study opened with a soft click. Inside, sunlight spilled across the maps pinned to the far wall, their edges curled with age. Notes filled every margin—patrol routes, treaty marks, herbal records. The room breathed order.

“But don’t let her stress too much. Her system is still recovering.” Once she was gone, the room felt ten times smaller. Lucas walked over but didn’t get too close. “You fainted. I caught you. Then you started burning up. I brought you here.” “You should’ve taken me to a hospital.” “You’re not just a human, Lilian. Hospitals can’t treat wolves laced with wolfbane.” I looked away. The truth settled over me. “Who?” I asked quietly. “Who would do this to me?” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “We don’t know. But someone out there doesn’t want you strong. They didn’t think you’d ever come back to the pack, and now that you have…”

Now I know how Phoenix, Sebastian and Dominic all felt about wanting to always have their hands on their mates and not wanting to let them go, I am actually really impressed at how Phoenix is managing to keep a decent distance between himself and Scarlett, though I have noticed Scarlett is losing her fight to stay away from him as she is very slowly inching her way closer to Phoenix. I feel Tina tense and look up and see horror flash over Seraphina's face. She then shifts, with Lilith in full control. Whatever that male said was deferentially something bad, as Seraphina very rarely, and I mean very rarely, allows Lilith in full control. She wrapped her jaw around his throat and ripped it out

Lilith said as she ran out of the kitchen door. Lichen Hills High Library-Lilith had a free period before lunch, so she decided to check out the library. Hopefully, she will be able to look up information. Werewolf bonds and soul mates; from what Demetri had told her that there is a slight chance for a werewolf to have another mate or find their second Mate if the pain of losing or being rejected doesn't kill them. From what she can tell, that bond between Oscar and herself is gone. Her inner wolf doesn't even react to Oscar kissing Brittany heck, and even her inner wolf doesn't even acknowledge him as our Mate anymore. She was pulling out a book with the tale of mate bonds and stories of 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.

Before something terrible happened to the two girls, especially Alina. He glanced down at the dance floor below him, and sighed heavily and turned to leave. But before he could take more than a step— “Here you are.” Asher froze. Xavier’s voice came from behind him. Ignoring him, Asher tried to walk past, but Xavier grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “I don’t have time for this,” Asher snapped, struggling to free himself. “I need to find Liam.” “Not until you explain something to me,” Xavier said coldly. “What is Lilith doing here, in the middle of the Veylra?”

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."