Lillith Novels & Stories

I followed my eyes to the area she was pointing at. "Lilith. The first wife of Adam, mother of all demons and the third in line to the throne of abyss " It's settled, Faynelle is loosing her mind. But I'm not going to tell her that. She paused to look at me then at Ming then back at me.

Olivia’s body trembled. “Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro,” the woman said while she hovered over the child. “Videtur quod te salvum me. Qui ut tebi sit, she continued. But the woman’s expression indicated she realized something. “It seems Latin is no longer widely used. “Greetings, I am Lilith. I have been trapped in that book for decades. But you freed me. I am bonded to your soul forever, little witch. You shall never be lonely again.” Lilith? Little witch? Olivia shook her head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. How were you trapped in that thing and why are you calling me a witch? I am not a witch!”

Her eyes glowed an unnatural shade of red, and a sinister smile curved her lips. “Impressive,” she said, her voice smooth and chilling. “I didn’t expect you to make it this far.” Nicola’s blood ran cold. “Who are you?” The woman tilted her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. “You may call me Lilith. I’m one of the Shadowed One’s heralds - and you’ve caught her attention.” Dylan stepped forward, his daggers at the ready. “If you’re here to stop us, you’re too late.”

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips

“Ah, the little human who holds the Heart. You’ve been a busy girl, haven’t you?” Sasha’s stomach turned at the woman’s words. “Who are you?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her. The woman descended the staircase slowly, her movements graceful and deliberate. “My name is Lilith,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “And I’ve come to collect what’s mine.” Ethan’s growl deepened, his fangs elongating. “You’re not getting anywhere near her.” Lilith chuckled. “Oh, Ethan. Always the loyal protector. But you can’t stop what’s already in motion.”

Lia said pointing at Tala. "And she still breathes?" Lillith asked bringing her red eyes over Tala. "Wait!" "He wants to marry her..." Lia said first. Lilith blinked "Marry!?" "Yes, he placed the ring of Luna on her finger, he used that to propose" Tala saw Lilith was angry "This is a problem" "Why?" "I was to marry him..." Lia and Tala were shocked "You? Who are you then?" "I am Lillian Lilith Velvitali, the queen of Svalbard"

With a tight jaw, he forced himself to breathe evenly as Ariella slowly rose, threw him a self-conscious smile across the amber flames, and brushed off her seat nervously. "Story time!" She waved her hand to get the attention of whoever wanted to listen. "This one is about a young woman who lived in a village, high up in the cold mountains, a place where food was scarce and good-will was even scarcer," she again looked at Malachi, as if seeking his reassurance, then continued. "Her name was Lilith, which means monster of the night." The pack members slowly sat around her, intrigued by Ariella's story.

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

She turned to Abigail and introduced herself. 'I am Lilith, wife of Belial, queen of chaos and misrule. Yonder is my pet, a creation of dark rage, bones and flesh vomited up from the bowels of this place. She is man-hater and man-killer, a succubus of infinite delicacy.' Lilith slid lazily alongside Abigail and entwined herself around her body. She placed her lips close to Abigail's ear and began to whisper. She whispered soothing enchantments, words of honied dreaminess. And all the while she caressed and kissed Abigail's naked body.

My tail hung inert, without the strength to move. She danced before me. Lilith. Not the first, not the mother of all demons. A Lilim who had taken her creator’s name as a throne. Hair red as fire, eyes green as poison, skin white as the bones of the men she had devoured. She danced naked under the moonlight that entered through the open roof of the temple, her hips drawing slow circles, her hands running over her own body as if it were the most sacred thing in the world. It was.