Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

No response—only a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the floorboards. His head snapped up suddenly, eyes wide, pupils dilated unnaturally. A strangled scream tore from his throat, the sound neither fully human nor animal. Bones cracked audibly beneath his skin. Louise’s stomach lurched as his hands—no, claws—split at the knuckles, fingers elongating painfully, nails blackening into points. He convulsed, the couch groaning beneath him. Skin stretched unnaturally, muscles knotting and twisting beneath it. The room smelled suddenly of iron, hair, and something wild—something feral that wasn’t just him.

Ash nods and Eddie sighs, Dom and their father come over looking worried, “Hey, Eddie. Abimelech knows the mother.” Ash and Kai turn to him, “Noemi, she’s an ex-wife of Dracula. He died in eighteen-ninety-six, killed by Van Helsing, as per common knowledge. He had four wives at the time of his death, but two of them, Liana and Marta, killed themselves to join him in death. One went completely blood-crazed in her grief, and got herself killed a decade or two later, Justina. The last is the most dangerous of the lot, Noemi. And that’s her.”

She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was. The crowd around gasped and murmured either surprised she was still alive or rather shocked she graced them with her presence with no protection and a formal royal attire. She walked with shaky legs through the crowd till her gaze fell on the dissembled corpse of her parents. She went through the five stages of grief in that moment and that was the night Daci died and then came the birth of Princess Daciana. PRINCESS DACIANA

Emily’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “Didn’t I tell you before that it is impossible to find out any information about Stanley Batton? I hacked into the registry databases of Country Z again yesterday, and I found out that Stanley’s profile had been updated. However, the face is totally different from Xyla’s husband whom I’d met before.”

of disdainful reserve; tall, finely-formed with a lofty neck and regular yet somewhat uncommon features, greenish-blue unsparkling eyes, large perfect eyelids, brilliant complexion and a lavish heavy wealth of coppery golden hair." By 1851, she had become the primary model and muse of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and also his star pupil. In 1855, John Ruskin, the leading art critic of the Victorian era, purchased all her work, declaring it better than her male counterparts', and became her patron. In 1857, several of her paintings and illustrations appeared in the Pre-Raphaelite Exhibition at Fitzroy Square, Marylebone, where she was the only female artist. Dante and Elizabeth married in 1860. S

“It’s not true.” But Xikoth continued despite her not believing him. “You were the daughter of a fae and a demon – too powerful for anyone and your name was Illaria. More than five thousand years back, you were slayed by none other than Queen Maeb of the Uzgolith Kingdom and she collected your blood in a vessel. She butchered you for your blood. Your blood was the elixir—it never reduced in quantity. However, when you were slayed, a prophecy from heavens came –

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

I was mildly defensive over Nandru’s remark about my education, but I quickly forgot it as he continued. “The Countess Elizabeth Bathory was terrified of growing old. The wicked woman thought that drinking and bathing in the blood of young virgin girls would help her retain eternal youth,” he said with sadness. “She slaughtered many a farm maiden over the years. When her supply of poor defenseless common girls dwindled, she turned to ladies of her court and daughters from neighboring noble families. It was this action that brought her to her demise, but not in time to save my poor Sorina.” “That’s awful!” I gasped.

I opened Eulalia's door with so much force and she jumped from her seat in fear "Co-nstantine," she said and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying since "Can you explain to me, why Caesare has my designs?" I shouted angrily "I- I'm sorry, I don't know how he got it. I swear to you I don't know how it got missing" "Missing?, Did I hear you say missing. You are a liar" "I swear I'm not lying"

“In this one, I was a servant girl at a castle. After I recalled the name of the castle, I researched and found out that the night after Lucifer murdered me, one of the other servant girls was beaten and raped by a group of marauders. During that life, I shared a room with two chambermaids. One of them was Lana, and the other one was Bree. Lana was the one that was killed.” Bree rises from her seat with a gasp. “But how is that possible? How would you have known that it was Lana? Or that it wasn’t just a coincidence?” she asks, her voice rising with her agitation. Zoe gives her a sympathetic look. “It was her, B. I know it was her because Lana has looked the same in every incarnation. She ha