Lilith Novels & Stories

Benji and Dante followed suit and were now sitting on the floor in front of me, next to Osiris, facing Kane. Kane sat up straight and proceeded to give us all a small history lesson. “Lilith… according to the Alphabet of Ben Sira Lilith is the original wife of Adam and was made from the Earth just as Adam was, which lead to her belief that she was his equal, not be subservient to him. Lilith fled the garden of Eden, leaving God to create Eve. Lilith’s powers are often linked to the dark, the wild, and the exiled, and she is associated with seducing men in their drea

“You lost the right to talk to me like that when you chose Selene.” Selene’s voice cut in like a knife. “Oh, please. Don’t make it sound so tragic, Lilith. You were hardly the saint that you liked to play.” Lilith tilted her head, an icy calm settling over her. “I don’t recall ever claiming to be one. But I also do not recall sleeping my way into a man’s boardroom either.” Selene’s smile froze. “Watch your mouth.” “No,” Lilith said, her tone soft but lethal. “You watch yours.”

Lilith. He whispered her name against the back of his teeth, and the room's air began to ripple. The candle flames danced wildly, and the aroma of the incense became more biting, nearly stifling. He could sense her presence, weak, far away, but unmistakably present. "Lilith… what have you done?" he whispered. He had learned as a child that Lilith was the mother of all disorder, the traitor to light, the first to rebel against the divine law. But as he remembered her face from his visions, he did not see evil. He saw suffering. Loneliness. Beauty marred by tragedy.

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."

Her eyes glowed an unnatural shade of red, and a sinister smile curved her lips. “Impressive,” she said, her voice smooth and chilling. “I didn’t expect you to make it this far.” Nicola’s blood ran cold. “Who are you?” The woman tilted her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. “You may call me Lilith. I’m one of the Shadowed One’s heralds - and you’ve caught her attention.” Dylan stepped forward, his daggers at the ready. “If you’re here to stop us, you’re too late.”

~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.”

A suplex is one of Lilith’s icon moves. “Now, listen carefully,” With an intimidating smirk, Lilith bends over Gabriel, who is groaning in pain on the floor, “Number one, I have nothing to do with you, period! And number two, Scarlett is my baby sister, and I don’t care if you so much as shoot a wrong look in her direction, I will kick your dumb ass if you ever dare to upset one of MINE, got it?!”

Her eyes roved around, and she sighted Lilith, who was fairing better. She clenched her fist in jealousy, but a quick sinister smile appeared on her face as an evil plan built up in her head. She clutched her gown up, thereby raising it up high to allow her to walk Abit freely. She walked in slow and steadily moving steps in Lilith's direction. All thought Lilith's chest kept thurdering in nervousness and fear; she didn't allow it to weigh her down much; she needs only two letters to conclude her words, which are Q and Y.

she snarled. “What do you want?” “I can’t remember a time when anyone has ever asked me that,” Lilith said. “Even before this.” Her arms waved around the dark cavernous room filled with her dead creatures. “I want to know,” Thea said. “Why?” Lilith said, suspicious. “Who are you?” “My name is Thea,” she said. “So simple,” Lilith said. “But a name doesn’t tell me who you are.” “It may be easier to show you,” Thea said.

With a tight jaw, he forced himself to breathe evenly as Ariella slowly rose, threw him a self-conscious smile across the amber flames, and brushed off her seat nervously. "Story time!" She waved her hand to get the attention of whoever wanted to listen. "This one is about a young woman who lived in a village, high up in the cold mountains, a place where food was scarce and good-will was even scarcer," she again looked at Malachi, as if seeking his reassurance, then continued. "Her name was Lilith, which means monster of the night." The pack members slowly sat around her, intrigued by Ariella's story.