Elizabeth Afton Books Novels & Stories

Ethan said and dropped his staff. Lightning was heard in the sky as a thunderstorm followed. Elizabeth was scared, she knew it was already over. She tried to fly to a safe land but it was too late, she was struck by lightning as she disappeared. *** Elizabeth tried to open her eyes slowly, her head hurts and her eyes were pale. She opened her eyes and tried to move but was stopped by an unknown force. She looked down at her feet and saw a huge chain which was enchanted. Her hands were caged, including her legs.

What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

Jenny slurs. “I don’t think we ever stopped being fucked,” Elizabeth says with a sigh. She readjusts her position as gently as possible, but the movement still draws a little whimper of pain out of her. “Okay. We head towards the west as you said, avoid the wolfs, find the river bank, jump through a fucking river, and then we’re scott-free,” Elizabeth surmises. “We can do that.” Jenny looks doubtful. Elizabeth feels doubtful, but she’s not dying in this shithole without seeing Christian again (to slap him, kiss him, or do a one-two combo). And she’s most certainly not dying before she burns the wolf pack that kidnapped her to the ground.

The helicopter cut through the gray morning sky. Below them, the endless ocean shimmered beneath the rising sun. Inside the cabin, no one spoke. Elena sat beside the window, Elizabeth Blackwell's letter resting on her lap. Her eyes were closed. Not because she was asleep. Because she was thinking. Richard Hart. Damian Blackwell. Elizabeth Blackwell. Samuel Vale. Victor Kane. The Patron. Every thread of the mystery seemed to be weaving itself into one final tapestry.

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

Jasmine timidly roused me from my getaway slumber to dress for dinner. Part of me wanted to send her away, but my mind wouldn’t release the last sentence that I’d heard Lilith speak. Just what family secrets was she talking about? I groaned as I pulled myself off the bed to freshen up before she assisted me with attire that was suitable for attending the evening meal. I’d never find out the truth about this family and what they were up to if I didn’t go down to dinner and mingle with them.

They walked it slowly, stone to stone. And there, at the very end, it was. A tombstone: “Elizabeth Paine. Died 1692.” It was the same Elizabeth Paine of Salem. The same woman of Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter. The same woman who, Caleb had told her, had mated with a vampire. The same woman who bore Caitlin’s last name. This was where she was buried. Was this who they’d been looking for all this time? Had Caitlin been looking, not for her father, but for her mother?

"It all began after many years of our Lord's death. A decade before the rise of the nineteenth century and the fall of the eighteenth century. Lancaster was the place. The event was passive. There was no need for audience because the matter was a simple one. Elizabeth Blackwheel was tortured as much as one could bear. In her distress, she pointed at the stake where her children were burnt alive. She cried. Her tears were useless because a decision had been made. One that would affect her for the rest of her life. A life she didn't live. Her fingers were weak as scalds took over them with a certain rush of excitement that grieved her own soul. She knew her time was approaching. She knew she w

The draw of books was too great, and despite knowing their time was limited, they continued to walk through, gazing lovingly at the bound tomes. "Amanda! It's a first edition!" Ellie had pulled a book from the shelf and was showing it to Amanda. It was a first edition Wuthering Heights manuscript. Amanda gasped as she walked up to Ellie and stared lovingly at the leather-bound pages. Ellie was practically drooling when Jake came up next to her. "Find something you like?" he asked cheerfully. "Shhhh!" Ellie hushed him. "Is there a reason we're whispering?" Jake said quietly as he looked at the book in Ellie's hands.

Someone else. I press myself against the wall, my chains rattling softly, every nerve in my body screaming danger. The torchlight flickers, and a figure emerges from the shadows. Doctor Elias. "Lia." His voice is soft. Wounded. The voice of a man who doesn't want to be here. "Elias." I say his name like a prayer. "Please. Please, you have to help me. You have to," "I can't." He kneels in front of me, and I see the vial in his hand. Glass. Dark liquid inside. Wolf's bane.