Siren Lilith Novels & Stories

The blackened earth healed beneath their feet, glowing faintly like an ember-stained tapestry. Kael moved through it cautiously, blade unsheathed, but lowered. “It’s like the world’s dreaming itself back.” “Or waking,” Darian muttered. Lilith stood at the edge of the old flame circle. Her eyes were distant. She didn’t speak, but she reached down and placed her fingers on the soot-covered ground. When she lifted them, flowers bloomed where her touch had been. Serena moved to the center of the Hollow. The singing grew louder inside her head. Not words—feelings.

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.

He shifted back to human form, coughing blood, but alive. “Kael!” I moved toward him, but Lilith sent void tendrils to block my path. “Pay attention, little wolf. Your mate can wait. I cannot.” She began chanting in languages that predated any civilization, words that made reality shudder. Her transformation accelerated, the human parts of her dissolving faster. “She is completing the ritual!” Iris shouted. “If she finishes, nothing we do will matter! She will be unkillable!” “Then we interrupt,” Thornpaw snarled. He charged directly at Lilith, ignoring the void energy that burned his fur, focusing only on reaching her.

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

"They've all been programmed into my phone, and I never have to actually dial them." He tried to stifle his laughter. "Just give me their names. Fisher can find them." "You're making fun of me," I pouted. "No, sweetheart, I'm not. I realize if I lost my phone, I don't think I could even call my parents." He shrugged. "The age of technology, right? Give me their names. Fisher can handle it." "Piper Pritchard, Charlotte Barton, Sutton Leigh, and Rachel Gordon." I peered up at him with hopeful eyes. I needed my girls, desperately. "Dax?"

Their love was set in stone from the day that they were born. Now, I know what must be running through Breyden's mind; if she can feed from him, then surely he can heal her. But if he does try, and it is not the fact she will, in fact, then truly turn into ashes as she does not possess the power of her soul, and Breyden's power shall be like poison to her body. So as I approach him very carefully, I try to assess the situation for myself. Lilith has taken a very severe open wound to the left of her neck; then, if you move further down to the soft, delicate skin above her right breast, there is another rather big gash of skin and chunks of fat being taken from.

“My name is Lila Ashworth. You sent a letter to Silver Moon Pack demanding my transfer to your custody. I’m here.” His eyebrows rose slightly. “You’re Lila Ashworth? The cursed Omega the Eclipse King’s been hunting?” “Former Omega,” I corrected coldly. “Current Moon Goddess’s chosen daughter. And I’m not cursed, I’m divine bloodline.” Murmurs erupted around the room. Several wolves took instinctive steps back. Dante’s eyes narrowed, studying me with intense focus. “I felt a power surge ten minutes ago. Something strong enough to shake the wards around the entire Citadel. That was you?”

There were two older witches next to her one female and one male they both had peircing blue eyes and grey hair they looked to be siblings. My eyes moved on to the five members of the werewolf council. There was four males, two who looked to be in their late twenties and two who looked to be in their thirties. The woman caught my attention because she was built like a amazon and looked just as wild and beautiful. She looked back at me with her hazel eyes and winked giving me a smile and a small nod. I smiled back as Celeste ushered me forward. I could feel everyone watching me intensely, but as Celeste told me I did not bow my head I raised my chin and smiled introducing myself, "Hello, I am

With Lilith’s paradise now turned to hell, she shot up the ranks of the elites within the matchmaking industry with a secret mission to fulfill: to make sure Adam could never wholly belong to his Eve. Formerly, she was spotted at many events chatting up a plethora of men in the fanciest attire that would steal the spotlight away from the show. From restaurant dates to park picnics, Lilith Mendez leaves no stone unturned in order to nestle herself into the hearts of the men she offers to find love for. It's a sick game, you see. To leave one wanting her as these men succumb to their responsibility of finding a partner suitable of supporting them in their business endeavors while providing an

But it was the introduction of three witches in particular that captured my attention. “This is Lilith,” Eirlys said, motioning toward a petite girl, no older than sixteen, with raven-black hair cut short around her sharp, angular face. Her dark eyes gleamed with intelligence far beyond her years. “Lilith can manipulate mirrors.” Lilith gave me a small, knowing smile. “I can do so many things with reflection,” she explained, her voice almost too casual for the deadly power she described. I nodded, impressed but slightly unsettled by the ease with which she spoke. There was something about her that screamed danger despite her youth. What the hell?