Elizabeth Afton Novels & Stories

The smell of burning flesh filled the air. At the same time, the pain in my chest grew sharper. The mate bond was breaking, thread by thread. A second brand. A third. Each searing burn was met with a louder cheer from outside. They were celebrating a new bond while I was here, being marked as a traitor. "Mark her! Mark her! Mark her!" The chant grew louder. It was time. Silas was about to mark Ravenna. Just as the iron came down for the fourth time, a violent, ripping pain exploded in my chest. My wolf let out a choked, desperate howl of pure agony.

These two complete my life and Sometimes I wish Elizabeth was here to see this day because she has always wanted siblings. The kids and I still celebrate her birthday and they consider her as their big sister. And on that day we buy her favourite cake and have it for dessert. The kids always write her letters hopefully that she'll receive them in heaven. FLASHBACK WHEN ELIZABETH WAS PUSHED THREE WEEKS LATER Elizabeth was drowning her body got carried away by the strong current of the water. Her body was thrown over a waterfall and it slowly started floating away. The route of water drifted her body to a nearby village somewhere in the forest where people established a small tribe into their

Months later, she returned with a newborn—Celeste—and introduced her to the couple. Elizabeth was devastated. Her own daughter, Eloise, was only six months old at that time. Celeste was already eight months old. To Elizabeth, that was undeniable proof that Simeon had betrayed her. Overwhelmed with heartbreak, she took their child and left. But on that stormy night, the car she was driving suddenly malfunctioned. With the torrential rain and slippery roads, Elizabeth lost control of the wheel. The vehicle crashed into a massive tree. Elizabeth died on impact.

The wind tousled the grass, and from the top of the nearby lighthouse, the creak of a weather vane could be heard in between huge, blustery blasts. The area had got its name from a shaft of grey granite that commemorated the loss of the clipper Charlotte Elizabeth, which had sunk when she smashed against the jagged rocks two hundred metres below. The inscription on the monument listed the names of those lost at sea. Amongst them was Julian Pontefract, the relative of Dorsal Finn’s patrons who had been inadvertently killed when, according to rumour, the Pontefracts had deliberately scuttled the clipper in order to claim on insurance during financial difficulties. In their grief and guilt the

The very girl who pushed her claimed that Elizabeth's family had already taken her home, and so no one bothered to at least call and check if it was true. Elizabeth spent the night in that hole, and on that same night, a heavy rain fell, filling the hole and covering her body up to the waist. She spent hours in that dirty water, curled up and shivering. To her despair, the rain started falling again. Being weak and unable to swim, she considered it dangerous. Her hopes ignited upon hearing some branches breaking, as if someone were stepping on them. She thought, 'Someone is approaching!' and shouted for the last time, using her last strength.

I retorted before continuing on my way. Lux lingered in the hallway as I vanished into my office. *** A few days later, I was in Aberdeen, immersed in research at the library. My focus was the massacre of 1920 that had made headlines in town. Two young children, aged seven and nine, had disappeared while playing in the woods outside of Aberdeen. Despite extensive search efforts, they were never found. Suspicion fell on a nearby convent, and the authorities brought in members for interrogation. Eventually, the witches were put on trial and deemed guilty, leading to the burning of their convent and the loss of the entire village of witches.

It began to sink quickly since it had mostly metal on it. "Oh my God, Julitta!" Elizabeth screamed. "What have you done?!" Julitta became afraid instantly, she heard footsteps approaching and she screamed. "What did you do?!" Elizabeth did not hear her since she had dived into the pond to save the boy. She assumed it was deep and banged her head on a rock. She had a momentary concussion and her head began to bleed. Nevertheless, seeing the baby and not remembering who it was, she just knew he wasn't supposed to be there.

I stopped the car and looked at her. "Out," I said. "This isn't a house," Norah said. "It's mine," I said. I led her inside. The room had no windows. There were computer screens on the walls and a bed in the back. Elias was sitting at a table with a laptop. He looked at me. "The Kranes hit the south docks," Elias said. "The shipment?" I asked. "Burned," Elias said. "They left a message." He showed me a photo on his screen.

“Think of it as Karma, now you will pay for you crimes, I am going to lock you away to starve for the rest of your life, oh wait you are immortal so that’s forever right.” “You can’t, they will find me, my father will find me.” “I don’t think he will find you in the bottom of the Mariana Trench” Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide, but then a smirk formed on her lips “The only thing you accomplished today was winning a single battle in a war you can’t win.” Then she pushed her body forward driving the stake into her own heart. Her body turned a bluish gray almost instantly and started to shrivel she already looked like a mummy that dies hundreds of years ago. I stepped back in shock releasing the sta

The echoes of Elizabeth's parting words lingered, a haunting reminder of the potential dangers that could unfold for Mary due to my past with Elizabeth. Elizabeth, with her vindictive tendencies, had a history of causing harm to the women I was secretly romantically involved with. Her methods ranged from orchestrating physical assaults through hired individuals, leading to hospitalization, to exposing hidden vulnerabilities on social media, often resulting in tragic outcomes like suicides, all carefully orchestrated to leave no trace back to her. One of her more extreme tactics involved inflicting physical harm on these women using harsh chemicals, not only damaging their external appearance