Lilith X Lucifer Novels & Stories

Not the soft kind. Not the safe kind. But the kind that burns. The kind that consumes. The kind that makes you question whether love is salvation… or the most dangerous weapon of all. Because in this story, love does not come gently. It comes with obsession. With betrayal. With power. And sometimes— with death. —- A SHORT PROLOGUE: A flexible Insight Into The Story’s Background. At seven years old, Liliana Veyne already knew something was wrong about her. She had spent all her years locked inside the grand Veyne estate in Eldoria.

"Whatever sick game she's playing, she is coming out today. She will apologize to Clara!" CRASH! Another violent impact. The doorframe finally gave way, splintering and breaking apart. The burnt smell grew overpowering, almost suffocating. In the distance, Moses covered his nose, his face ashen. "Masters, that smell…" "Shut up!" Damien yelled. "Lilith is just trying to gross us out with these sick games!" My heart shattered into a million pieces. Even the smell of my death was just another one of my "tricks" to them.

The bed banged against the wooden wall, and with every sharp thrust, our skin slapped together. "Lilianna," he rasped fiercely as he continued moving above me. He lifted his face and looked up as he went deeper. I could see the movement of his Adam’s apple and hear his low sighs, which matched the gasps coming from my own lips. My claws raked down his arm, drawing blood, and the smell of it overwhelmed me. The scent tempted me to taste it. At the same time, I felt like I was about to explode. My claws scratched at the bed, creating a tearing sound as I gripped Azriel’s arm when he leaned closer to me, his glowing golden-yellow eyes locked with mine. His human irises were gone, replaced by hi

he mutters the last part with an impetuous grin. My brows knitted in confusion. Liar. A muscle in Lucifer’s jaw twitched as he glared at Greg whose face was glistened in beads of sweat. "Your apology means nothing to me, Greg. You said with confidence that she will be on her best behavior and presentable. Now I am here standing in front of a woman who looked like she just lost a catfight and from what I am seeing Greg. She is far from looking presentable." Lucifer remarked, taking a threatening step closer to Uncle Greg who stiffened beside me. "Please tell me. Is this your way of embarrassing me? Disrespecting me." he questions. Greg shakes his head, letting out a nervous chuckle.

Lilith was a very powerful demoness in hell, though in hell demons and demoness used to say that she would turn out to be Lucifer's lover and half side if he didn't find his other half who was Skyler in earth. Apart from Jared who was a high rank demon known as ‘ Great one ’, only Lilith could go close to Lucifer because of the kind of power she prossesed. She was also feared and no one would like to get on her bad side. But who knew that she and Jared had something together as she was always found at Lucifer's side even though she doesn't get a reaction from the king. “ Yes Lilith... We were always together of course having sex until we became addicted to it but after I left hell with Lucif

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."

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

Lucien Instructed two men standing at the entrance of the door. Lilith turned to leave his room without uttering a word to him. As the door open, she looked back at him for a second before following the two men. In an hour time, she walked in, being escorted by another maid instead. Lilith's eyes focused on the Alpha, with anger and hate in her teary eyes. Defiance in her stance. Lucien stalked towards her and grabbed her neck firmly,"I will pay you back everything your father deserve, and you will forever remain in misery as long as your alive here."

In fact, I hadn't even thought of having a child with anyone. Yet, she had fallen pregnant. "Fucking whore," I gulped down the whiskey, taking my cigar from the table, lighting it and taking a drag. Shutting my eyes briefly, I opened them again, glaring at the cigar. It didn't bring out precisely the exact feelings that I wanted. The feelings that always came with it while in the presence of Lilith. The feelings I had once felt. According to the information that Luca had gotten on her, Lilith was nineteen years old. She hadn't just lied about her identity alone, but her age as well.

Kindred spirits who were lost in a twisted world of violence and chaos; at that moment, nothing else existed but us. "I'm yours, Lucifer. I've always been yours." I panted. Lucifer cursed, picking up his pace as he slammed into me. There was no going slow; we never did slow. We did fast and hard, our love always ending in disaster and disarray, a love so toxic it only ended with heartbreak and betrayal. But none of that mattered, not now when we fit together perfectly and the world around us faded away. "Fuck, Lilith." "Lucifer." I cried out as we both fell over the edge. Sex, magic, and our heavy breaths fill the silence as we lay there entangled in one another.