Elizabeth Bloodflame Past Life Novels & Stories

One name etched into the bones of the ritual: Vaulisk. Gloria didn’t flinch as the cold deepened to frost. She lowered her head and whispered, voice barely audible over the hiss of shadow: “It waits in flame. In the hollow of her blood. She just doesn’t know it yet.” Patricia’s eyes fluttered shut. Her voice sounded distant, glassy, as if carried from another time or place: “This… isn’t shadow or spirit. It’s something deeper. Hungrier. It doesn’t bend to magic. It bends magic to it.”

"Since then, she’s been trying to solve the murder case that happened in school." "Wait," my husband cut in. "The same one that was ruled a suicide?" "Yes, sir," Zane replied. Then, a breaking news flash came through the flat TV screen on the wall, showing Elena Scarlet’s picture. "Oh, please don’t tell me this made it to the news," I muttered angrily. "Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide," the reporter stated. "She has finally exposed the real killer—Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital," the reporter added.

She envisioned the look of shock on his face as his world came crashing down, just as hers had all those years ago. But even as her heart yearned for retribution, a voice of caution whispered in her mind. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? Would exacting revenge bring her the peace and closure she sought? Amia closed the book, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. She knew that revenge was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting harm on both the avenger and the avenged. Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through.

I had to live! There wasn't much time left, so I shouted at Serena at once, "Stop begging him to save me! Get out of here!" I would never forget the moment Raiden poured gasoline on me in my previous life. His eyes gleamed with insanity. There wasn't a hint of love when he looked at me, only boundless hatred. As he lit me on fire, he didn't care about my cries and screams, much less the baby I carried. Only then did I realize he had blamed me for Celia's death all those years. He hated me deeply…

“Think of it as Karma, now you will pay for you crimes, I am going to lock you away to starve for the rest of your life, oh wait you are immortal so that’s forever right.” “You can’t, they will find me, my father will find me.” “I don’t think he will find you in the bottom of the Mariana Trench” Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide, but then a smirk formed on her lips “The only thing you accomplished today was winning a single battle in a war you can’t win.” Then she pushed her body forward driving the stake into her own heart. Her body turned a bluish gray almost instantly and started to shrivel she already looked like a mummy that dies hundreds of years ago. I stepped back in shock releasing the sta

“Then why does it still feel like it’s not over?” The Queen’s gaze shifted beyond the smoldering horizon. “Because it isn’t. The Circle was never just the king or his staff. They are bound to something deeper—older than even I dared awaken.” Vesper stepped beside them, tense. “You mean the First Flame.” Elara turned toward him. “I saw it. When the soulfire took me. It showed me… her. The First Queen. The one whose power was split and hidden in bloodlines like mine.”

"That isn't what I am referring to, what I meant was she is still your wife and...." "Well... Legally she isn't, she was confirmed dead remember unless there is some kind or change which I doubt" when Damon said that my whole body sprang up with gladness, but then again there is Alicia who was still persistent on getting married to him. "And besides Elizabeth loves my brother, I don't want to be caught up in that triangle, the last time that happened I ended up getting hurt. Elizabeth is just an old flame that burned out long ago but you are different...." I am a new flame that will eventually burn out.

The years I believed I was only human no recollection of my toddler self, no echo of vines, no memory of the parents who sacrificed everything to hide me. All of it had been sealed away.Until Flame.Until the royal red called me awake.I pressed both hands to my chest feeling the power surge, emerald and violet, no longer dormant, no longer leashed. Vines erupted from the ground around me thick as wrists, glowing, alive curling upward toward the sky like they were reaching for the mother and father I had just remembered.I stood legs no longer shaking, power humming louder, brighter, filling every part of me.I wasn’t just Elara.I wasn’t just Kai’s mate.I wasn’t just the Luna of Blackthorn.I was

"When?" She frowned that familiar frustration crossing her features when she reached for memories that weren't there. "I don't... it's just fragments. But I know I've seen it. In another life, maybe." Another life. The concept should have been ridiculous, but I'd seen enough to know better. Ember's phoenix-like cycle of death and rebirth was as real as the curse burning through my veins. Both impossible, both undeniable. "Let's just get somewhere secure first," I said, not making any promises.

I couldn't see the death of any of those past lives. However, in the last incarnation before Elena Flamel, I could see a young woman inside a church. A priest lay at his feet and there was a lot of noise outside, a cacophony of thunder and trumpets. An alert. The woman made the sign of the cross on her forehead and asked her father for help. It was Lucifer in his spiritual version who saved her, floating to meet her and taking her with him. There was a blackout at this time, a darkness that I could not understand, so I recognized the place where the woman's body was left, thrown into the grass of a cliff that was bathed by a river. The same cliff to which I fled from the creature that was ch