Compilation Of Short Stories
Lilith knew the risks of harvesting moon-blessed lilies from the sacred groves of the Celestial Realm. The shimmering, silver flowers were irresistible to a witch of her craft, a necessary component for a potent empowerment ritual. She had slipped through the dimensional barriers with practiced ease, her dark leathers a stark contrast against the grove’s ethereal, glowing foliage. She thought she had been careful. She was wrong.
A presence descended upon the grove not with a sound, but with a shift in pressure, a sudden, overwhelming weight of pure authority that made the very air stiffen. Lilith froze, her hand closing around the stem of a lily as a figure materialized from the light itself