Lilith Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

"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.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

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.

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.”