Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

i said, caressing her face which were covered with grim and dirt. “Your name is Zaria North,” I told her. “Now get up.” Zaria North stood up on her feet and then went on her knees in front of me. “How can I serve you, Mistress?” Edward said behind me, “So that's why you put some of your blood in the revival potion so she would only serve you?” “Yes,” I answered, feeling bored by Edward's insinuation, he should have understood that the first time I did it, no need to ask any irrelevant questions.

Elen shouted angrily, glaring at Violetta with a glare. Everything Elen said was a fact, for the past few years. Vampires often interfere and do not hesitate to kill witches, who are trying to protect Violetta. Because Violetta has holy blood flowing within her, which is what Edward-a vampire who always targets Violetta wants. Violetta was born on a rare red full moon which only happens once every 100 years, anyone born on a red full moon must have holy blood in their body. The vampires including Edward, always target the sacred blood so that it can become immortal and invincible.

CHAPTER 126 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ “You can't do this to me and get away with it,” Elizabeth said as she levitated off the ground. The blackish-green aura that burned around her caused the entire facility to shake. “What the hell? She's not human?” Derren asked, shocked. "Clearly, she's not. Most probably a witch like Mary, but I can't help but feel like something is wrong somewhere,” Anaya said, staring at Elizabeth. “What do you mean?” Derren asked.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

He told her. -- As the days went by Vlad did what he said he would do, bringing home Animal blood for Ezmerelda to drink. But soon the animal blood wasn’t enough. Soon Ezmerelda started sneaking out at night and killing people by draining them dry. The more blood she drunk the more powerful she became, and then she realized the power she had. She was super strong, very fast, and her eyes would change color depending on her mood. When Vlad found out he realized he couldn’t stop her, so he helped her by hiding the bodies. But when the number of people missing started growing, and dead bodies started popping up. The king decided to put a watch out on everyone.

Hell no, as far as no one saw my reflection then I had absolutely no reason to fright out because the magic I had applied in the spell of glamour was extremely powerful and it could live even till I did. "His son, Alaric Bathory!!" He chuckled. "Don't tell me your mind never went there, Ms. Elisabeta Trenton?? He sneered as he chuckled. And yes, before I forget. I was bearing an outrageous name, Trenton. My real name is Naomi Bathory and not Elisabeta Trenton. I scoffed as he addressed me as Elisabeta Trenton. I could wait to see the shock that would overwhelm him the moment he gets to know that I was the wife of the man of he that killed his family and all these while, he sold himself out t

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

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.

"Most of my victims were young. The old rarely cross paths with monsters. They've already learned to stay home after dark." I opened my eyes. The faces were still watching. Still whispering. But I forced myself to look at them. Not through them. Not away. At them. The woman with the braided hair and the throat wound. She was maybe thirty. Her eyes were brown. Deep. Warm, once. Now they were just hungry. "What's her name?" I asked. Kael was quiet for a beat. "Iselda. A healer from the Black Forest. 1512." "Why did you kill her?"

"The Lycans have been extinct for centuries. They are dust and legends." "Tell that to the photograph," Valerius replies, his voice shaking. "If this woman is real, Draven didn't just lock up a wolf. He caged the heir to an extinct throne. If June’s untethered shift gets out of control, she won't just tear up a dorm room. Her aura could level the entire campus." "If this woman was at the Spring Formal," I mutter, staring hard at the photo, "there is no way my father didn't know. He was on campus around that exact same time."