Elizabeth Bloodflame Past Life Novels & Stories

“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

And hovering just above it, a flame. Small. Suspended. Alive. Lucien froze. “Gods, ” It flickered violet and silver, dancing not with motion but intention, as though it breathed, as though it watched. Elara stepped forward, unable to resist. She was not drawn by power. Not even destiny. But by something deeper. Something that knew her bones, her scars. She felt it. She knew it. The Flame of Virelith. “It’s alive,” she whispered. Lucien’s voice was tight. “It judges more than blood. It knows the truth. Your mind. Your fear. Your failure.”

I questioned, "Is it some kind of new medicine in market that arouse you?" "No, you idiot! It's the blood pill given by Elvina! She had been feeding Blood pills and soul of her dead sister that you and your family buried on this land so many years ago and now she wanted to reincarnate her, and your Natalia will be giving birth to a pure elf and Natalia will die in this process." My blood rushed to my head and to my heart with so much pressure and heat of anger, when I heard what Elvina did to reincarnate her evil sister. No one could hurt Natalia and she dared to taint my bloodline with her sister's blood!

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

“You turned peace into penance.” “I wanted to survive.” “You wanted to feel forgiven. And now your daughter burns because you couldn’t carry what you were born to be.” Elara clenched her fists. “She’s not my daughter.” The echo laughed. “She’s more than you are now.” The old flameblade—shattered when she gave up the prophecy—now hovered mid air inside the underworld’s core. Reforged. Waiting. But when she touched it, it didn’t ignite. Instead, it bled. Blood soaked the hilt, staining her hands.

Falla and Talon went to their mother's area where some of her friends are well-known witches including their mother. The two were both afraid of Elizabeth than their father, Valor. She is sweet but can be strict and stern if necessary. It is not just about her attitude but her past too. At the age of sixteen, she's been burned alive by townspeople after saving her non-mage friend from drowning in the river. She was saved by her anger and hatred amongst humans. The large scar from her left eye is evidence that like how humans view people with magical bloodlines, humans are evil too and need to be punished. While their mother's busy talking to her friends about the success of their coven, Fall

She lifted one and held it in her palm, the flame flickering without burning her. “You’ve lived before, Evelynn,” she said. “The fire doesn’t find the new. It finds the lost. The ones who’ve burned in another life.” Evelynn’s breath caught. “Reincarnation?” “Something like that,” the woman murmured. “The fire runs in cycles. And in you, it burns again.” She offered Evelynn the flame. “Touch it. And see.” Aiden stepped forward. “You don’t have to—” But Evelynn was already reaching.

Using Mc Ganhy money and Elizabeth cash. The next thing Elizabeth knows is a flash of light comes through the burning fire. Asked her what she wants, and all she could say is REVENGE. The light turns into a rose petal, taking the ability of fire to aid her revenge. She volunteered at an orphanage, a place no one will know who she is. She mastered the ability, and now she had her sweet revenge. Elizabeth turned her scythe to an umbrella once again and transported herself to the room where his husband and his mistress meets.

But this time, they came back in pieces, ripped apart by a force I didn’t even understand. Eliana had survived. Again. I could still feel the echo of her power from across the distance—like static clinging to my skin. It had burned through my shadows as if they were made of paper. And the worst part? The priestess’s warning whispered in the back of my skull like a curse. “You cannot touch what the flame protects.” For hours, I stood there in the dark, watching the moon crawl across the sky, trying to steady my breathing. I’d built a life of control—carefully measured, beautifully masked. Yet one girl, one half-blood girl, had managed to shatter everything I thought I owned.

And the First Flame clapped slowly. “Well done.” Rachel stood, chest heaving. “We’re not done.” “No,” the First Flame said. “Now comes the test.” She stepped forward. Rachel braced herself. But the goddess didn’t attack. She placed her hand over Rachel’s heart. And whispered. “You think you’re whole now. But you’ve only scratched the surface. Elira was the second.” Rachel froze. “What?” “There was one before her.” “I don’t believe you.” “You will.” The First Flame vanished into fire.