Lillith Novels & Stories

The corpse-like spirit then rushed towards the woman, surrounding her while they move in a swirl. “Hells breath!” Verna’s eyes turned pitch-black while being engulfed in a raging fire. The blaze quickly crawled on almost every part of the room, burning everything it touched all the while setting up a wall of flame between them and the lady. Lilian began chanting. “Lilith’s womb, come to my aid,” keeping her hands close together as she began drawing every ounce of energy that she had.

No need for reminders of what had been stolen from us. Hearing the light footsteps, I turn as Lillith glides toward me, her red hair piled perfectly on her head, her green eyes dancing, the smile on her face so large that I am amazed her jaw manages to stay hinged. Before I could move away, she grabbed my hands, pulled me down, rising up on her toes, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Had I been any other man, I would find her need for closeness charming. As it is I suffer through it because I would not do anything to hurt her.

A tall, dark figure stepped into view. Lilith. The maids instantly froze. One dropped the tray. The other backed away in silence. She wore a long black cloak, her eyes glowing purple. Her smile was sharp, dangerous, and full of secrets. Lilith moved like smoke, eyes glowing faintly purple, her hands hidden beneath her long black cloak. She didn’t speak. Just stared at Lunae with a smile that dripped venom. Lilith didn’t speak. She walked straight to the bars and reached inside.

Ruby: Mrs. Smith took a moment to collect herself, clearly affected by Lilith's words. Her body quivered with anger, and her hands shook with fury. "Lilith was like a daughter to me." Mrs. Smith's voice wavered. "She would often come to our home seeking comfort and guidance. But one day, she arrived dishevelled and bloodied. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I knew something was terribly wrong." Mrs. Smith swallowed hard as Lilith shifted uncomfortably, her face paling as she realised the gravity of what Mrs. Smith was about to reveal.

Pure, blinding, unstoppable power. Lilith stepped out of my arms, her body radiating so much heat that the obsidian beneath her feet began to crack. Her eyes were twin red supernovas, blazing with a fury that made even the Apex Queen take a step back. The variant raised her shadow-scythe, ready to strike, but Lilith was faster. She caught the blade mid-air with her bare hand, her fingers wrapping around the crimson metal like it was nothing more than a child's toy. And then she squeezed. The scythe shattered into dust, the pieces scattering like ash in the wind.

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

~VITTORIA~ “I think you’re misunderstanding, Miss Lilith Belluci. I honestly, like from the depth of the organ that pumps my blood, dislike you. Bitterly. Why do you always come here?” Yara, the most welcoming person I know said as she poked her head through the little open space of the door she held. I smiled at her, “Oh... If it isn’t Yara the angel whom the whole nation finds to be so kind and full of love. Imagine they finally find out you’ve been putting on a facade.” I said to her. “And your little princess business comes down to nothing.”

she walked in. "We were just practising," Nina said hesitantly. "Carry on and the two of you come with me," Blair said and walked out of the hall and to the private room she had just for herself. The two bunnies walked in with a smile on their faces. They called themselves lucky to be with Cliterella. In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom.

Torchlight guttered in brackets along a wall, too far for warmth, only enough to sketch jagged shadows across damp stone. And in those shadows, a shape I knew too well. Lilith. She lounged in a carved chair like it was a throne, crimson silk pooling around her legs, dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her pale fingers toyed lazily with the hilt of a dagger resting against her thigh. Her icy-blue eyes gleamed in the firelight as her mouth curved into a smile sharp enough to bleed. “Finally awake.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. The gag was gone now, but the taste of it lingered, bitter and suffocating. My voice scraped when it came. “Where am I?”

“The doctor did say your memories would all return someday.” Javier studied the small, faint hint of mirth on her face and flashed her a smile. Lilith was an exceptionally beautiful woman of the doll-like variety. She had fair-skinned, delicate features and a regal bearing. The only thing that was out of place? Her figure. Goddamn, she was smoking hot. Her breasts were practically pressing against the driving wheel even as she drove. It was so cramped that Javier looked away out of embarrassment. Lilith was definitely an angel with a devil’s body, in the sense that she had a youthful ingenue’s mien…on top of a femme fatale’s boobs!