Warrior Nun Lilith Novels & Stories

he patted my shoulders, walking away with Damon. Standing at the entrance at the ring, I clasped on the handle of the blades tighter, "Praise Satan," I swallowed the fear in my throat. This was it, I coached my self as I walked further into the ring, this is the day that was prophesied many years ago, the day when the Antichrist will battle the bitch who wants to start an apocalypse. It's funny how our lives can change in the blink of an eye, a few months ago I was just Lilith Black, a young girl with heart leaping nightmare, but today... Today I am Lilith the third, facing the nightmare I once was afraid of. The crowd fell silent as the mental gate slammed shut behind me, everyone was star

Everyone stops what they are doing, the warriors bowing down to the floor in greeting for their Luna as she walks slowly across the grass. I watch in awe as everyone gives her the respect she deserves and I hate to admit it that in that moment, watching them bow down to their Luna, I realise just how much I’ve been going about this wrong. Lilith is a working she-wolf, she’s leading this pack alongside Khai and me but I do not seem to have a problem with that. Am I being a hypocrite? “They are right, Theo. They want this, and we are rebuking them. Allow them to choose their destiny,” Lilith speaks to me as she reaches for my hand.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Mine. I forced myself to look away and surveyed the club. It seemed like every person in the room, both men and women, had their eyes on her. Even those with dates couldn’t stop sneaking glances in her direction. I let out a quiet growl. The bartenders, too, were stealing looks as they worked. It seemed everyone was enchanted by her moves as well. Could Laila be a witch? I knew that she was a human, but she had everyone under her spell. Some girls shot jealous glares at her, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known

Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me. "What a shame," Lila said coldly. "I wanted to play with you for a few more years." "What now?" Marcus asked. "Kill him. We'll say he was attacked by rogues," Lila's eyes were empty of emotion. "That way, I can inherit the pack as his grieving widow." Widow? I struggled to speak, but only a broken gurgle came out. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Lila crouched down, her lips near my ear. "I never saw you as my protector. I saw you as my prey. A fool who lost his judgment to guilt."

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.