Elizabeth Bloodflame Past Life Novels & Stories

He raises an eyebrow and looks back at Noemi, “A comment made in the heat of the moment, My Lord. It won’t happen again once she’s tamed.” He hums and looks at her imperiously then nods, “You are forgiven, Wife.” She inclines her head a little but not so much that he could chastise her for bowing again. “So, do you have any other questions for me?” Eliza nods, “One.” He smirks, “How?” She nods, “I had a spell cast a while before my supposed demise, that would trap my soul in my body, no matter how little remained, and as long as someone fed me with Vampire blood I’d remain.” Eliza nods,

"He asked me to surrender your powers to time, while you returned to human lands, and condemned your soul to hell for another new cycle. So, before the archangels arrived, I went to you and brought her back, throwing her into the Purgatory so that she would wander around the Oracle in search of a new story. And you chose this life. You chose this heart. You chose to be Elena Flamel, out of seven billion people. You chose her for your own motivations. And, as if his words could trigger an instant regression process, I could see myself in tears in every past life, begging to come back, begging to have a chance to change my story with the warlord. I could see when I returned to earth, without p

“What…” My voice trembled. “What just happened to me?” Sophia knelt beside us. “You awakened fully,” she said. My lips parted, but I couldn’t speak. Sophia reached forward, gently brushing hair from my face. I swallowed, hard. “But why me?” My voice cracked. “I didn’t ask for this. I just want my babies back. I didn’t—” “You are the flame, Elise,” Sophia said. “The bloodline has always run through you. You’re the only one who can sever the bond Gina’s trying to create. You’re the only one who can stop her.”

Not someone he knew. But me. And I knew exactly what he was thinking. How could she be my mate? Because in my previous life, I had fallen into his arms the moment I learned the truth. I cried. I smiled. I thanked the Moon Goddess. I believed I had finally found the person who would love me forever. This time, I simply stared back. The priestess smiled. "Congratulations, Crown Prince Elias and—" "No." My voice cut through the hall. The priestess stopped. The whispers disappeared and Elias's eyes narrowed.

“What was that?” “Your memory,” the woman said softly. “Or perhaps mine. The flame remembers everything it has ever touched.” Elena felt dizzy. “If it remembers, then tell me — who is trying to take it from me?” The woman’s expression darkened. “There are those who once worshiped the flame, who twisted its gift into power. The witch hunters you saw — they serve one who calls herself Seraphine Cross. She was once one of us, but she betrayed the balance. Now she wants the flame to destroy what remains of the old world.”

it lives in the blood! She closed her eyes, shutting out the deafening clash of metal, the roars of the guards, and the terrifying resonance of Caelum’s blades meeting his resurrected brother's sword. She searched the depths of her soul, disregarding her outside conduits, and dove into her ancestral bloodline — the perfect, burning flame, passed down from Queen Aurelia and the old Solar Court.

I Hunter Eldridge have brought about a reckoning, all of these council members who sat in their lofty thrones, and held themselves as gods above everyone else, learned how it would feel to meet their creators in death. This change has been needed for centuries, and I happily paved the way with my associates. I am also glad that I was able to help Elizabeth claim the revenge she has sought her three hundred years existence since lord byron stole her life from her. I hated that man, sickening maggot, I never want to know just how many lives he destroyed on his "conquests" for the vampiric race. He was disgusting, the world does not need Vampires such as him.

"We knew if you survived, you'd alter so drastically that it couldn't be disguised or explained. There was also the vampire. I crushed his neck and staked him, but the only way to ensure that a vampire never rises again is to burn his corpse to ashes. So we called for help, and when it came, we rigged the building to explode from a natural gas leak and set it off. It eliminated the vampire forever and allowed us to restart you someplace else. David said he saw you in the building immediately before it blew up. Your automobile was still parked in the lot. Elizabeth Summers was murdered in a tragic accident that night, according to everyone." A single individual can only take on so much. I'd r

Her words was cut off by the Villager's, "That's not true! You did what you have done but it still not enough! Maybe that's our daughter's fate, that no matter how hard you try to change it, the fate won't let us! Besides, we already know that our daughter's is already happy now that the culprit is already mercilessly tortured and die, we can't ask enough since even if we do, our daughter's won't come back. Though, no matter where they are right now, we know that they are already happy. Yes, we are still hurting about what happened to our daughter's but even if we cry in blood, they will never come back. Once you are dead, you can never be alive again." Zelia flinched at the last word of the

“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.