Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

Emma showed her cellphone screen to Mike and Jake. "Romania is a country in Eastern Europe shrouded in many legends and myths. One of the most famous is about the legendary blood-sucking creature, the vampire, depicted in the incarnation of the popular figure, Dracula." Emma started reading the article. "Dracula" is a character in a novel by Bram Stoker. Vlad Tepes, a regional leader of Transylvania and Wallachia—now part of Romania—who lived in the 15th century, inspired him. Vlad is described as a cruel leader who is known for slowing the deaths of his enemies with various horrific tortures. His actions made Vlad known as an evil tyrant, so many feared invading his territory." Jake and Mic

Lilith held Elizabeth by both arms. The noblewoman slyly took a silver coin from her pouch, unknown to Lilith the vampire "You are right they were horrible, real monsters" Lilith smiled at her thinking that she had gained another soul to her cause "But they should have been brought to the law or ostracised, one does not right a wrong by doing wrong!" Elizabeth took the silver coin and used it like one would use a sharp knife and cut Lilith’s writs. The vampire broke her hold on the young woman and stepped back in pain, her flesh burned on her wrist causing her enormous pain.

"You show up now? After all these years? You spoke to me once and disappeared after that. My own wolf abandoned me." "I was only trying to protect you, as was your mother. She never meant for you to bear this burden." Lena said "What are you talking about? What has my mother got to do with this?" "She suppressed me with a witches' spell. She had to shield you from reaching your full power, it was the only way to shield you from your destiny. You're a descendant of Arithymus and it wasn’t safe for you. She was scared for you, scared of the implication of being chosen, she was afraid of the darkness. The spell on me is broken now, because of him. This being inside you, he's strong."

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 off guard. '' Come in! '' I shouted. "You don't have to scream you know, I can even hear the beat of your hearts how about a whisper from you.'' exclaimed Elijah, 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, you never knock, nor walk from the door.

Twenty years have passed since then and just look at Magdalena! The young, naive, inexperienced, wild girl has become a real woman. But leaving our biased opinions aside, do you remember where we left Magdalena? After committing some of the most terrible crimes imaginable, she left her homeland, Bostana, and made her way to a small European country known for its medical innovations. There, her daughter underwent several highly successful operations and her face was completely reconstructed. Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past.

“And I will not do that to you.” She turned then and walked away, back toward the edge of the village, back toward the path that led to water and shadow and truth unfiltered by mercy. No one followed. No one stopped her. No one named what they feared. They did not say demon. They said: “Unclean.” They said: “Wrong.” They said: “She should not be breathing.” Elizabeth understood now—fully, finally—that she had crossed something that could not be uncrossed and the living, in their instinctive wisdom, knew it too.

Lorkan’s voice was steady. “This is Christina Bathory, the last lady of the Bathory household. The year was 1650.” I shook my head, but he didn’t pause. His hand flipped another page, the paper rasping sharply in the silence. Another portrait. This time painted, not photographed. A woman in a dark blue gown, her hair chestnut brown, pinned in a style I’d only ever seen in museums. The same face, ageless, flawless, eyes that seemed to look straight through the canvas.

All they knew was that their lovely daughter had eloped with the stranger. That was something that troubled them a lot because as custodians of the vampires, they were under obligation to make the princess dance to the royal drums. For only then was she supposed to shed her blood and mate with her prince charming of noble birth. However Dario had other plans behind the royal back. He neither took Zuba to the royal square nor to the king at the royal residence. He shrewdly took her to the village of his descent where most of the nobles that worked with him stayed. He acted on the advice of they that were with him.

“I suppose you’ve been wondering about my ancestry, Roz.” To be frank, she doesn’t care. Why the hell would Rozelyn care about her stepmother’s ancestry? Unless it has something to do with the current mayhem in the vampire and werewolf world…and something to do about the identity of the freaking heartless Blood Mistress. “I am the descendant of Erzsebet Bathory. Elizabeth Bathory as most people in the world pronounce her name.” Then there was silence—complete deafening silence. “You mean the infamous Blood Countess?” Finally, Rozelyn unfastened her mouth.

Yes, only Dorsal Finn could change your view of the world. Maud continued. “So we looked up the Caldecott girl an’ found out somethin’ pretty interestin’ about Elizabeth. Somethin’ that brought her to the attention of the witch hunt of those times.” “And what was that?” Beatrice breathed. “She had a birthmark below her right eye,” Maud said. “A red strawberry-shaped thing they called Satan’s Tear.”