Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

Zai shouted like a mad woman. Elizabeth shut the book closed. The sound became muffled and then stopped. “I owe you nothing,” Elizabeth murmured. She had made a mistake. Her curiosity had led her into a trap. Whoever said it was a good thing to explore, Elizabeth thought sarcastically. Zai snorted with anger. She would not rest until she got even with that evil witch finder. She had come a long way. She was only seventeen when her innocent mother was burned alive. The witch hunter had arrived in the town to hunt the witches down. Most of them were innocent victims and of course the wicked ones had gotten away.

Morrigan played by the edge of the statue as she kicked the water and watched the ripples of water under her feet travel to the shallow part of the pool. The room remained silent, the servants remained watching her till one servant fell on the hard marble floor, came another, and then another. All of them now soaking in their own blood that is pooling under their bodies. And even before the other servants could call for help they were all put down with arrows piercing either their heads or their hearts. It happened all of a sudden no one was able to act quickly and call for the guards outside. The coppery smell of blood slowly overpowering the scent of lavender in the bathhouse.

“Are you saying Saints were no different from sorcerers?” “Aren’t we all from the same roots? All saints were descendants of the children that were born from the warriors and lords of the Diamond Islands with our people. Eventually, it was ignored for so long that Vallas and Eir killed all the women who were sorcerers, and only left the men who could be ‘saints’ alive. So they were doomed to disappear from the start, the kingdoms didn’t let those people procreate, right?” Mama Juana would call this blasphemy. Elena thought it made sense.

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

It also mentions some of the famous vampires such as Vlad Tepes or what everyone likes to call Dracula, the Countess Elizabeth Bathory, Mercy Brown, Arnold Paole, Peter Plogojowitz, Richard Trenton Chase, and others. I didn't notice time passing until a knock on the door got me out of guard. '' Come in '' I shout "You don't have to scream, you know, I can even hear the beat of your hearts how about a whisper from you.'' exclaimed Chris, and I was dumbfounded for a while '' Did you just knock on the door'' I asked, and he laughed '' And this is all you noticed so far?'' '' Yeah, cause it's wired. You never knocked."

I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones. Finally I was alone with my thoughts, which is actually not a good thing, now that I think of it. Nathan once said that Elizabeth is the kind of girl you simply can’t forget, you can try but you can never forget what her love felt like. I guess I am not that girl. I can’t ever imagine being that girl a guy would go an extra mile for, the girl that he just can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he trie

But there was work to be done. Elizabeth reached the end of the aisle. Standing beside Max, the priest went through the ritual blessings, and then extended a cup of wine to Elizabeth first, according to Black Lake’s custom. Both would share the drink to be bound as a married couple. As she lifted the cup to her mouth, Elizabeth smelled something in the wine. She has a keen sense of smell, but ever since she figured out that she’s a Gypsy, she noticed changes in her body. ‘Something was put in the wine,’ she said in her head.

Lucy's POV I promised Gabriel I'd be back at the castle before dark, but with a journal full of interviews. Notes of my afternoon. I thought he'd be pleased to see all the secrets I've unearthed. I hoped his day was as fruitful. The threads were starting to come together, forming an intricate knot. Connections in every form. Apparently, the families of the missing men have lived in this town for centuries. Helped build the foundation the town sat on. Originally Hungarian citizens fled with their daughters to escape Elizabeth Bathory's reign of terror in the late 1500s.

He lifted his hand and finger right in my face and cut me off only by some weird sounds. “No, I don’t want to hear it. Just do as I asked because this is me asking nicely. So, repeat!” “I, Elisabeth Greywoods from Earth, reject you, Toke Bloodfur Alpha of the Viking Pack of Errithia.” Ezra stared at me intensely, but nothing happened. Exactly the same result as last time. “Idiots—both of you! You should say: I, Rosabella Moonscar, the lost barbarian princess, reject you, Toke Bloodfur, former alpha of the Vikings pack.”

Tobi confirmed that father was indeed in his right senses, yet I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what he meant in his last sentence. For a very long time,e before I became an actual vampire, I was picked on for being human. I wasn’t the first of my kind to happen of course but that didn’t change anything, before me there was another Prince, Julian and before him a long time there was a princess, Anastasia. No one knew why we happen, but apparently, my kind could only happen in a royal bloodline. So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors.