Elizabeth Bathory Novels & Stories

Without any useful knowledge about the five hundred years old monster before her apart from the unsolved cases and crimes placed above her hair, she didn't dare open her mouth. From history books, Bathory Erzebeth was a Country H noblewoman and from the noble family of Erzebeth. She was extremely rich, owned and lorded vast areas of land in that kingdom, and had a stellar social position. Her life was supposed to be that of a typical married aristocratic lady.

He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul. At the exact same fraction of a second, on the opposite side of the platform, Lady Cynthia Bathory rose from the wreckage of her personal guard. Her red velvet gown was torn to ribbons, her hair wild, and her face a translucent mask of absolute, unhinged malice. She raised her left hand, her fingers curling violently as she tapped into the ultimate, forbidden taboo of her Sanguimancy.

she added, peeking at me under her lashes. Her wolf must have felt my wolf in antagonizing pain. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I snapped. “I’ll mind link Hanna,” Helena mumbled before walking beside me. Right after that, I heard light footsteps coming near. “Give me way, Helena!” she shrieked, pushing her twin sister away. Helena, raising both her hands, rolled her eyes.“Alright!” “Logan,” her shaky voice was heard as her hands went up to my cheeks. “The dagger was tied with wolfsbane,” Helena uttered.

asked Nestie. “Nothing, really. There is just this story, most probably just a rumor,” replied Lisa. “Come on. Tell me,” Nestie urged his friend. “Alright,” said Lisa. “Well, they say that the ember ghost (or was it one of his minions?) entered the grotto just as the sun was rising. He was trying to escape those who were hunting him and was looking for a place to hide from the daylight. Too late did he realize that the water reflected the sunlight from outside and he turned into a stone.” Lisa laughed.

I stated after a few minutes of complete silence. "Try me. What do you want to know?" Natasha asked. "You said that I’m the last living heir of your original maker. How were you guys created?” I asked. “Well, Elisabeth fell in love to a prince. She was a witch. She knows spells and found a way to make a person become immortal. She wanted to be with person she loved for eternity. Unfortunately, she died before she was turned.” She stated. “Liam, is the prince?” I asked.

She took a steadying breath and set to work. “What exactly are we looking for ?” Andreas asked. “Demons,” Beth replied. Andrea frowned and followed Beth. “There were many beings in the world besides werewolves and humans...... Many, many beings…” Beth said. “At least there had been.” Elizabeth was so old that she had forgotten her earliest memories. When she was a young wolf in Siberia. Though she still maintained patches of memory, her first mating, her first hunt. She could remember her mother making her a dress of a rare muslin, which didn't exist anymore. She could remember the big mansion her father owned. Furthermore, she remembered when several beings started to get extinct.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

Aurelia scowled at him, she turned to Mashek with a flourish of her hand, and honeyed words, "Please continue, my ears hunger for your words." "Anyway, four of the most trusted servants saw Dunkelheit's true face and immediately came to Lord Bathory with a description. Of course, Lord Bathory being the consummate scholar that he is, began to do research based on the description. He came across a passage describing Lebende Dunkelheit, or living darkness." "Lord Bathory accepted the servants' words without question,'' A dubious expression hit Zinjo's face like an arrow shot from a longbow.

The invisible barrier broke and a device on the young prince’s person broke. The gardener whose attacks failed to connect to his target frowned and then glared in the direction where Grace appeared. "Witch!!!" "The name is Bathory Erzebeth," corrected the red-head woman while curtsying. Then she added with a slight smile, "Although I am probably more known as Erzebeth Tudor." "Cut the nonsense! What have you trespassed this territory for?" As if living to what the woman just called him, a barbarian, he didn't bother with courtesy and just went straight to the point.

I requested. She smiled. "No Bella, I know it might sound weird but I'm like you. I didn't realize that for a while because my father tamed me in a crazy way. I guess he was protecting my sister who I didn't know was promised to the vampire King a long time ago" "I don't understand," I confessed. "Me too Bella. I have to go back to my home in Romania to find out what is really going on before I conclude anything. A part of me knows it is real, a part of me does" She added and it was my turn to hug her.