Elizabeth Afton Novels & Stories

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.

But with all the power of a man who knows that a letting go of death means. “Mara! The cliff is gone!” She barely heard him. She only saw the place where her father had stood. The rocks had already disappeared under the waves. Black sea. Foam. Nothing else. Elias pushed the dinghy deeper into the water. “We have no time! The main ship also sinks!” Actually. Asteria The rusty cutter was half-cracked. A part of the deck was already slanted in Water. Screams came over. An explosion at the rear left a fireball

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

"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

I couldn’t tear my eyes away,even my hands were trembling. “Among the casualties is Elizabeth Rhodes,daughter of late Pedro and Gianna Rhodes who was believed to be pregnant at the time of her death. Our sources confirm she was present at the estate before the explosion along with Cade Torres , a notorious gang leader whom the authorities had been after.Officials have not released further details…” Elizabeth’s photo flashed on the screen. Her smile is soft and her pretty eyes beaming. That same smile that I had fallen in love with was now labeled under a banner that read ‘DEAD’.

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