Siren Lilith Novels & Stories

Her eyes obstructed by her bangs as her lips pulled into a frown. There's no need for him to listen to my thoughts. I only need to know all about this country... and doing it by watching him... He probably doesn't know that I am the one who sends people to watch his every move. Lilith thought as she rolled the scroll, tying a purple ribbon around said scroll. She then walked off from the arched hallway, humming her country's official melody. Her eyes gleamed maliciously as she brushed her fingers towards her right ear. Whispering softly in the dark walkway.

"We don't know anyone named Lilith! We've never met anyone by that name!" "Lilith is not the name she gave you!" Julian shouted back, his jaw clenching so hard I thought his teeth would shatter. "It is her ancient name! It is the true identity of a parasitic shadow-entity that feeds on human life-force and hides among wolf packs by mimicking elemental magic! She uses disguises! She takes the form of a helpless, innocent child to slip past your defenses!" My heart stopped in my chest. Beside me, Leo's breath hitched violently. Colin and Caleb went completely still.

~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.”

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.

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

It was his way of showing his dominance towards the intimate moment we were both engaging in. After giving in to our sexual hunger, I sat down on the bed, and wrapped myself with a blanket, while Xander flaunted his naked body sitting near the window frame. "X-Xander?" my voice was now as soft as mellow music. He responded to me while pouring a drink, "Yes, my wife?" "Make me understand why you have to kill those innocent people. My conscience couldn’t take it," I strongly shook my head in disagreement. 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."

He looked across at me, Staring ahead at the opening, I sighed, It wasn't Ariel's rejection I was afraid of, it was Lilith's. A hand raised out of the smoking clutching on to the rim, “Brother,” I point towards it. Rushing towards it, we peeped over in it finding a naked Lilith trying to climb over, the lava must have burned the clothes off her, grabbing her hand while Damon grabs the next we pulled her out, tumbling to the ground. Clasp to her chest was a big book, with a crescent moon carved out on its black, thick cover.

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.

“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.”

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."