Who Plays Lilith In True Blood Novels & Stories

She laid Abbadon's body on the cold obsidian table, she tried to feed him her blood because abbadon could also feed on other vampires. Her jaw clenched. "It's not working," Devon said, his voice strained with urgency. He loomed over her, arms crossed, his piercing gaze locked on Abbadon. "Because it's not possible. You can't restore someone like him." Lilith ignored him. Her eyes burned with determination as she reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh. The instant she pulled it out, I knew what she was going to do. I stiffened. "Lilith—" Too late.

“Not much. Just suppressed a few… inconvenient elements. Temporary, of course. But useful while you’re here.” I stare at her, trying to piece it together. I can feel the power—it’s there, but… muted. Like a song playing underwater. “You drugged me,” I accuse. “I neutralized you,” she corrects. “There’s a difference.” Behind me, Korra stirs. Her body shifts slightly, a groan barely audible. I half-turn toward her, but keep my focus on Lilith. “What do you want?” I growl. “Oh, I already have what I want,” she says. “You. Her. The great Zorano sisters. Descendants of the Darvosi line. The only ones left with enough blood to challenge the Vilamir claim.”

Lilith crumpled to the ground, unconscious, her face bloodied. “That’s for making my mate bleed,” Tobias growled, his voice dark with fury. Elara didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at Lilith’s crumpled body.

It was next-level unbelievable. I'd followed her a while after she was led upstairs to this room. Now, while I watched the pink-haired girl work her finger between my wife's legs, I couldn't stop myself from announcing my presence. And in the most dramatic way possible. Blood flowed to my cock as Lilith’s eyes flew open and collided against mine. She looked shocked out of her mind, and I knew she recognized me too. ‎If I thought she was beautiful with clothes on, then I thought wrong. She was fucking gorgeous with less or no clothes.

Also, the way he spoke was as though he knew something that I don't know about her and I was determined to find out what that was. "That's because the first time she showed up in your life, she murdered someone, and then she killed Ross. Who wouldn't consider her as a murderer?" Realizing that this conversation would advance if I kept pushing the same questions, I frowned and boldly said, "Let's cut to the chase. Lilith, Aria's real name, confessed to being an assassin, murdering Uncle Kerri, Miles, and Lex. And she also said that…" "Your parents were the ones that hired her to do so!" Victor blurted out.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

In the center, a figure in a black cloak cradled a dying woman. “Forgive me, Lilith…” She saw Lucien Draven and the woman inside this coffin. She heard his broken whisper as he sealed her soul with his own blood, a forbidden ritual of Blood Genesis. Evelyn gasped, collapsing backward. Adrian caught her, panicked. “Eve! What happened? Talk to me!” She looked up at him, eyes wide with terror and heartbreak. “The woman in that coffin… she’s Lilith Draven the first vampire… and Lucien’s lover.”

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

Lilith stood in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within. Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.

“You feel so fucking good, Lilith.” Lilith’s nails raked down his back as she came again, crying out his name. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, milking his cock. Elias carried her to the built-in bench and sat down, pulling her onto his lap facing him. Lilith sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt. She rode him hard under the cascading water — bouncing violently, grinding deep, her breasts bouncing in his face. Elias sucked on her nipples, biting them while gripping her ass and helping her slam down onto him.