Prayer To Lilith Novels & Stories

I knelt before it, my hands touching the rough bark as I closed my eyes and began to recite my words in silent prayer. “Oh, Goddess of the Moon, hear my plea. Bless me with the gift of motherhood. Grant me the grace of bearing new children. May my family be blessed with the joy of life. May my arms once again hold the preciousness of a child. Goddess of the Moon, I call upon your benevolence, I call upon your guidance. May your power and wisdom light my path in this request. So mote it be.” The words flowed from my mouth with an intensity that came from the depths of my soul, heavy with emotion and fervor. For a moment, the world around me seemed to fade, and I felt enveloped by a soft, comf

“That’s good. But that’s not why I called you here.” “May I ask why I’m here?” I whisper. “Lilith has received a vision. Brynne’s mate is close,” he explains. The priestess avoids my gaze when I turn to confirm. I’ve always known her to be powerful, the closest contact to the Moon Goddess, but I’ve never fully understood the scope of her powers. “I’ll need her to perform the mate-bond ritual between you and my son.”

The golden letters shone brightly. Ingrid began to recite an ancient prayer passed down through generations. The language of that ancient prayer hadn’t even been used for hundreds of years. Yet for some reason, Lilith quietly understood every word. The light around them grew brighter. Lucas reached out his hand toward Lilith. “No matter what happens, look at me,” he whispered. Lilith nodded. Slowly, she placed both her hands in Lucas’s. That warm touch instantly calmed her entire body. She no longer felt afraid. All that remained was certainty. Lucas smiled gently.

Standing before me was not Silas, but Draziel and goddess, the way he watched me, the way he spoke my name, made every part of my body burn. I could barely breathe. I saw his lips move, murmuring something I couldn’t catch, and just as I was about to speak, to tell him I hadn’t heard and apologize, he spoke again, louder this time. “Would you do anything I asked of you, Lilith?” He murmured, stepping away from the table. I watched him move away from me, unbuttoning his suit jacket before letting it slip carelessly from his shoulders and fall to the floor as he walked toward the door.

I whispered, “the blood, the war, her suffering… all because I loved her?” The Priestess didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The temple doors creaked faintly, and I felt another presence slip in before I saw her. Lilith. Her perfume, sharp and sweet, like poisoned honey, filled the air. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to crawl back here,” she said softly. The Priestess bowed her head, stepping away. “This is not the place…” “It’s exactly the place,” Lilith interrupted, her tone laced with venom. “Tell me, Priestess, does the Moon bless adulterers now? Or only fools?”

Queen Lilith ordered Albunuf to place Nuriel on the altar with her sister's lifeless body tying his hands and legs. “W…what do you think you're doing?! Untie me now?! After what I did for you! No you can't! I cannot die!” Nuriel said, shaking his hands and legs. “Shh…easy my love, this is going to be all over soon. Now…let's begin.” Queen Lilith said, touching Nuriel's face slowly. Queen Lilith gets a knife and dips it in a hot larva. She comes to Nuriel and slowly traces his heart as she places her ear on his chest listening to his heart beat.

I lift my hands to silence them before I continue. The whole time my warriors are putting each witch into place with their own rope. Lilith stands on the gallows to the side watching in silence her crow on her shoulder like something out of a film. Her back is straight, her face passive with her long red hair gently blowing in the breeze, the silver streak noticeable. Her mate stands to the side with his hands clasped behind his back like a true warrior. “Today we wish for their souls to be cleansed in the afterlife wherever it may be for them. Please continue High Priestess Lilith” I say, she steps forward bowing to me.

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.

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame, “Lilith— quickly, we need light, they are afraid of light,” “It's not working— it won't ignite,” she complained, “Ok everyone, listen to me, stay close— we have about ten seconds before we are surrounded, Lilith... If you can make the ball of flame a bit bigger, we would appreciate it,” “I— I can't, I don't know how to,” she sobbed, “Listen to my voice Lilith, you can do this... I know you can,”