Elizabeth Bathory Book Novels & Stories

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

“And I will not do that to you.” She turned then and walked away, back toward the edge of the village, back toward the path that led to water and shadow and truth unfiltered by mercy. No one followed. No one stopped her. No one named what they feared. They did not say demon. They said: “Unclean.” They said: “Wrong.” They said: “She should not be breathing.” Elizabeth understood now—fully, finally—that she had crossed something that could not be uncrossed and the living, in their instinctive wisdom, knew it too.

Going over seat back on his seat, he heard another minister speaking in a concerned voice, " But Your Highness! What about the ancient book? Is it safe to keep that in the castle or do you have plan of transforming it somewhere else?" The ancient book was left by a monk who secretly researched on Witches and Vampires for years. After he figured out that what magics could destroy them, he made a written copies of them. In a handly encounter with Cyrus, he managed to win the book from that monk. All this time, Cyrus was using those forbidden spells to capture those witches. In other words, the book not only contained the procedures of killing or capturing witches but also had the mention of ki

“Are you alright-” Elsa held a hand up, refusing to elaborate further. When we finally reached my room, Elsa suddenlyly stuffed a book in my hand. Then she left without an explanation as if she hadn’t done anything at all. Surprised, I closed the door quickly, and once I was sure I was alone, I opened the book. As I scanned through the first pages, I gasped. It was a hand-written notebook that recorded… black magic. I carefully locked the door and started to read through the book. There wasn’t very much

page. The war was more about fear, you see witches have magic, and magic is power. We can do things others can't understand. Therefore, we must be dangerous, but most of us use our powers for good, unless forced not to. For example, the spell that was laid on Elizabeth, unfortunately I created due to the fact that I am a prisoner by the one who wished harm. But I did not do it as he demanded. He thinks I did, that's why he thinks blood will do the trick, but truly the only one who can free her from her slumber is the one who created it, that being me. I am willing to free her, if you help free me. Your the only one who can, and I can get us both out of here and away from him but the choice

"A sort of grimoire. Like a witch spell book, but it is more than that. This book involves all kinds of magic. Including the Lycans." I turn my head to look at Gage. Elia is standing right next to him, her brow furrowed in total confusion. "But I thought Lycans do not have magic?" Elia says, her voice small. Audrey’s head snaps toward Elia. Her eyes widen in shock as she stares at her features. "You look exactly like Betty." Gage and I let out a synchronized, heavy sigh.

I did not expect it to be this easy. "Voila!" I said and opened the closet. It looked empty, except for an old book inside there. I carried the book and looked at the cover. There was a drawing of a bat and some drops of blood. I knew this contained everything about vampires. Over the years, vampires have erased every evidence or knowledge they could find about them. I knew a lot of things kill vampires, but I was sure not all of them were known by humans. I scanned the book and saw the origin of vampires and everything I did not need. I knew about that. The book seemed ordinary, like the one my ancestor wrote, but something told me that it meant something important was in it for him to secu

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

"Our time is primitive in many technological ways that you are accustomed to. But we are, in other ways, more sophisticated than even your modern time. We are extremely knowledgeable, and scholarly, and books rule the day. A people of primitive means, maybe, but with a very sharp intellect. “More importantly, this is a crucial time for the vampire race. We stand at a crossroads here. You have arrived at the turn of the century for a reason.” "Why?" Caleb asked. The woman smiled at them before entering yet another door. "The answer to that is one that you will have to find out for yourself.” They entered another magnificent room, with soaring ceilings, stained glass, marble floors, adorned wi