Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

XXXV – Secret of the Crown Sir Hans Bathory is not having a good night. He had been roused from his sleep by his younger sister, violently might he so graciously add, and he would have gleefully kicked her out of his bedroom as usual had not one of their guards informed them of the attack.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

She is petrified to get rid of the roots that sneaked up to attack her struggling brothers. Azareel's face is getting swollen and red like a tomato and the other attacks are getting worse. With all her strength, Azareel tries to break free from the roots wrapped around her body. But luck was not on his side. He couldn't get away from that root at all. It's so strong and hard. It is not easy to defeat a vine that is tens of thousands of years old, it must be that the tree has absorbed a lot of magic energy, its power is not kidding.

She's a narcissist. "Of course not, mother. Why would I cry because of such a silly thing, in which I'll have anyway?" I asked, smiling at her. Ophelia Maine was just a child that yearned for affection and attention due to her parent's neglect. The very moment she became the queen of the stage, all her dreams came through like a fairy tale. So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that.

The witch approached flipping through a few pages, staring intently at the book as she made the short walk back to the couches. "Here!" The witch said as she sat next to Artemisia, she could notice the gray on Leonore's fingertips as she gently ran them across the page. "Here in the third paragraph, 'we decided to take the theory about the second matriarch of the house and supplement it a bit. The woman believed her mother had done a spell to get the employees out of the mansion at times when the family was most vulnerable. According to Delfine and her studies, Josephine, the name of the first owner's daughter, wrote several times about her mother's paranoias and how the woman spent nights a

The sun had set, and the moment it did, her body had tuned to it. She was an ancient, a race paralyzed during daylight hours and needing blood to sustain their lives. There were few of them left in the world, and the fight to keep from dying out was made worse by the vampires and demons trying to kill them. A little shudder went through her body. Elizabeth had been tricked by a friend when she’d been young and naïve, and she’d been kidnapped, taken from her home and family and hidden away by one such beast for centuries. She no longer remembered that young girl, or her family. She’d been reduced to this woman who hid herself away in the ground, too terrified of everything and everyone to sho

My eye has been on her ever since till the time she successfully slit the throat of a demon, fascinating that a human girl was capable to do such in a young age, and now she’s after Eve’s apple. “Emmm Sir, his name is Bruno!.” Elizabeth broke my train of thoughts. I raised an eyebrow as I stared at her, this little bitch!, I hope you have something impressive this time!. “Tell me more!.” I said with interest. “She was at a hotel bar when he ap approached her, at first she seemed innocent, calm and stressed out but when he approached her she collected herself and acted like she was a different person!.” Hearing her blabbering made my head hurt.

“I was the first turned by the original vampire and considered his son. Because of this, they called me prince, and the name stuck, but it is mostly because I am the oldest surviving vampire, and they know they can’t defeat me, so they treat me like royalty.” “Confident, aren’t you?” I mumbled. “I caught you off guard, did I not?” he accused. “If you had a bride, how can you claim that I am yours?” I pointed out, ignoring his comment. “When one bride dies, another eventually shows up to take their place.” He shared bored. “They always seem to have similarities to one another, yet different. Each time they come back stronger and more stubborn. You beat them all.” He chuckled. “Why would you n

I asked the doctor whether I should call him ‘doc' or ‘professor’ while he was mending the wound on my head due to his instinct to hit me with a bar stool thinking I was going to hurt him. Though it was unnecessary because my wound would heal in an hour or two. I didn’t take the human blood since I woke up tonight, usually, the human blood would be served around 3 AM or after I went back from hunting and killing rogue vampires. It was supposed to be the blood of the Hungarian pianist tonight. I didn’t ask for his presence, but he came to this Imperial Colony city to offer his blood to the queen. He said that he didn’t have family left, so giving up himself to immortality was his only option.

Batsheva looked even more annoyed. "In cases where death is a possible punishment, any and all witnesses must be heard." She gestured, a large book appearing before her, wavering and unreal as though the image of it was all that hovered before her. She waved at it, flipping pages until she nodded and gestured above her. Text appeared as she spoke. "One hundred and fourteen years ago, coven leader Moira Abernathy was accused of blood magic use, by a vampire, using his blood. That vampire was permitted to testify against her after dark."