Elizabeth Bathory Book Novels & Stories

Blood Enchanters. The sun is rising, casting a stunning hue throughout the room, and I was just reading the biography written by Cortez Santiago Escarra’s great-grandson, Estephan. It’s hard to read at times. The words faded at times, but it was a compilation of his great-grandfather’s life. And as it progressed, it became manic and incoherent. He spoke of his own experience, how he was being driven mad. But the first half was clear. It records how the Djinn was summoned, and made the events that led up to what would happen in England fourteen years ago make more sense.

They were not as good as the novels she read made them to be. She couldn’t get away from the image of Ethan drinking human blood. It was so raw, and terrifying all at once. He had always shown that he was a ruthless vampire, but it had not been as glaring as this very night. “Miss, the master would like to have a word with you in his private chambers,” a voice sounded from outside her bedroom door. Elizabeth sighed. She wished she could be alone for a few minutes, but that was obviously not possible here. She was never going to get that privilege or desire met. Never!

UNKNOWN POV I open my eyes slowly, straining to see in the dark, dammit, he got the drop on me. I can't stand witches or wizards they are a sneaky bunch. the pain in my side is incredible, the wound has healed, but im suspecting wolfsbane was somewhere on that knife, the pain still radiating after the wound has healed tells me that.

As they approach the castle, she felt it throbbing in her hand, and she wondered if this place would yield the answer, provide the second half of the clue that could lead to the final key. “Eilean Donan is a very sacred place,” Caleb said over the wind, as they dove lower, circling it. “It has been home to vampires for thousands of years. The last I heard, it was home to the Red Coven. A very powerful and deadly coven, often inhospitable to outsiders—and rumored to be the guardians of a deep secret.”

“And I’ve seen it.” That stopped us all. “Where?” Stone asked immediately. “In an old storybook. Written by hand.” She looked at me. “It was a family heirloom... on my mother’s side.” “What? A storybook with poisons?” Greg asked, unconvinced. “A storybook about the King of the werewolves and the future Queen of the elves,” she answered, but didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed on me. “It was said that a potion was used to suppress their powers before they were killed.”

My children are more like me. I grew up in a very wealthy family. Iona was also from a rich family, and I fell in love with her that fateful night long ago. Our family's wealth was put together when we got married. No one questioned why Iona wanted a night wedding. No one questioned anything. Iona was evil even before she became a vampire. I guess she learned it from her father. He was also not an easy man. He wanted his son and made his daughter wicket like men of those times. While they were fighting wars, she was disguised as a man. While men in her company raped women in villages they destroyed, she took them hostage. She was always a fan of Elizabeth Bathory, who was born and died long

XXXV – Secret of the Crown Sir Hans Bathory is not having a good night. He had been roused from his sleep by his younger sister, violently might he so graciously add, and he would have gleefully kicked her out of his bedroom as usual had not one of their guards informed them of the attack.

Gabriel's POV "So Elizabeth Bathory really was a vampire?" I asked, the journal open on my lap. My leg was crossed over the other, giving me a flat surface to work on while I face Vivianna. I took notes as I analyzed everything she had to say. It was like a dam of information had cracked wide open, spilling and overflowing the river beneath it. All of the pieces were falling together. The mystery of the portrait under the library. The missing people. How Vivianna enticed me.

King Uther put my hand in his, and Elliot thanked him. Elder Cedric started, “We are gathered here today to crown Prince Elliot’s mate, Elisabeth Fox – Beard, as Princess of the Northern Kingdom of Dragons. Elisabeth has been key in finding abuse, wherever it may be, and destroying those who commit it, within the law. She has an uncanny ability of finding out the best place to take the accused and have them tried and punished. She is also humble enough to know when she needs to ask for help. She has been kind to the people she has rescued, including going to see them weeks after the fact to make sure they are well. She likes to set them up for speedy recoveries and makes sure they have all t

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a