Elizabeth Bathory Book Novels & Stories

Nothing happened, as a matter of fact. She peeled one eye open at first, surprised to notice him standing before her with another book in his hand. Intently peering down at her. "I believe this will also be of your taste," he gently offered it to her, patiently waiting for her to take it. She could feel her cheeks heating up, growing a little embarrassed by her own childish reactions. Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes.

Luthias stayed with me in my rooms until Gwendoline returned the following day. She brought with her very sad news. Not only had she not been able to locate -or even sense- Geo while scrying, but she’d heard word that Barthomew’s army was a three-day march away from Vampire Land. A battle was inevitable.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

I remembered the book Elena had given me. "You guys," I called, moving to take the book out of my bag. I carefully pulled it out and circled back to my seat, noting the curious glances they shot me. "Elena had given me this book at the beginning of the case," I summarized. "It contains a few things I had though might be of help; ancient werewolf book, the herbs they used for their medication, illnesses they were prone to, and... potions." Joe leaned back in his seat. "They apparently believe some of the potions they'd been handed down had been gotten from witches but that's not the best part."

I shrugged it off as I asked-" Did you find out about the book of Elis?" He nodded as he blinked a few times after which his eyes went normal. He said-" It is not that easy princess. The book of Elis is not that simple to get. It's the most secret and holy book in WitchLand and was protected in a tomb" I frowned as I asked-" Tomb?"

He fluttered his eyes and gazed at the book instead. “Why do you say it’s Dracula? ‘Zalmoxis’ is a Dacian god from what I know.” “You know this book?” she asked, surprised. “Yes. I read extraordinary books as my pastime, too. I am interested in other topics besides those given at school. So, why do you think it’s Dracula we’ll meet?” “It is because I constantly hear his name in my head.” Elise just stared at the book she was holding and spoke again.

He walked towards the shelf and took out one of the book and opened it. He looked in as his eyes scanned the contents in the first page. He saw a lot of drawings of strange creatures and a man. A man...who looked strangely familiar. Craig's eyes dimmed and before he could make out the face of this strange man, the book flew off his hand! He stared at the book as it floated trough the air and discovered the figure standing in front of him. "How dare you!!" "Elizabeth..... listen to me!" "No! I'm not Elizabeth! I'm Tabitha...the eleventh daughter of Lord Krishna." She blurted out.

Written in a script older than Romanian, older than Slavic- Older than Valentina. My fingers trembled when I opened the first page. “My name is Lord Andrei Bathory, father of Valentina Bathory. The curse begins today.” My breath caught. Her father. The monster under the old ruins. The one Lorkan whispered about. The one Valentina still visited in secret. The journal explained everything- How he tortured witches centuries ago. How one of them cursed him with decay and eternal hunger. How he survived by consuming blood of lineages.

“She’s the daughter of the vampire who died to save me. I owe her more than she knows.” “And yet... she hates you,” Elias said. I nodded. “She thinks I’m a monster. And maybe I am.” Elias frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?” I stood and walked to the bookshelf. I pulled a leather-bound book from a hidden drawer behind it. The cover read: The Book of Shadow Bonds. I opened it to a marked page. The prophecy was written in faded red ink. “A child born of cursed blood shall rise, Moon and night in her veins,

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.