Elizabeth Masen Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

“He’s gone, Elizabeth,” her captain Charles Johnston tells her. Elizabeth blinks back her tears. Her face full of shock and disbelief. Her frozen stare interrupted by his words. “He left his badge,” Charles states as he lifts an empty envelope from his desk with a gold badge on top of it.

Soon enough a sharply dressed woman in a similar white ensemble enters the room. “ Good day your majesty, welcome to Elite. I am Danaia Witkinson the council leader, adviser, and in charge of the council. On that note, you and I will be working closely together as we prepare you for your coronation.” Mauve looks at her as if nothing registered on her brain. She is still preoccupied with the feeling of betrayal from Nicholas and Sephie who she thought wanted the best of interest for her. Speaking of, where is Sephie?

Then it lingered on the unfamiliar lady. She had Edward in her embrace, her long red hair falling over her bare shoulders. Watching the way she had put on the airs of the lady of the house - it wasn't hard to guess that this was the Irina. Jason rarely brought people home, but he had made an exception for this one person. And Edward never liked it when strangers carried him, but he looked all snuggled up in her embrace - so it had to be true. I bit my tongue, feeling incredibly bitter - not out of jealousy, but out of the desperate need to exact revenge.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

But his head came back up from the almost impossible angle that it had been placed in, now minus the hood that he had worn moments before. He was completely bald but Isabelle did not even notice this. The things that struck her were his eyes. Even now she would have trouble describing them to anyone, despite the fact that she had thought of not much else, but at that point so many thoughts had come into her head to describe those eyes, all of them now gone. The unmasked man licked his lips and sneered at her horribly as he pushed a wet handkerchief into her face. For a brief moment she could concentrate on nothing more than a very strong smell, which was almost like bleach.

They all thought that this new woman was so arrogant. Elizabeth headed outside and realized that this place was rather huge. She couldn't tell that Liam had great wealth. No wonder he didn't feel pressure providing for so many women. "Hey, where did your Sir go?" Elizabeth asked the guards behind her. They looked like they wouldn't talk. They only looked down. Elizabeth kicked a stool by her foot, "I want to see Liam. Go get him for me." She was the first woman who threw a tantrum here so openly. Everyone did not dare to say anything and was stunned.

Madam Elizabeth’s voice trembled with emotion as she wrapped him in a tight embrace. “We were so worried,” Uncle Daniel added, forcing a smile. But Massimo remained eerily silent, his expression unreadable. Not a word, not even a faint smile or warmth. “You should go in, ma'am Katherine." Ma'am Racheal, the head maid said to her, seeing she wasn't making any attemp to do so. “Madam Elizabeth wouldn't even remember to call you because she's too excited."

In the far end corner, there was the clothing of armour and enormous weaponry—a blade, a dagger, a knife, and a shield. "I ask forgiveness for the attitude of my men tonight, Milady. You must comprehend that it has been a while since they were in the presence of a pretty she-wolf like you." The voice stunned her. She hadn't seen anyone in the cabin with her. Upon examining the room closer, she saw the mystery man stepping from the shadow of the door wall behind her. Had he been scrutinising her this entire time? She did not respond. Rather, she glanced away from this man and glared at the table. "Do I know you from somewhere, my lord?" Elizabeth asked as she watched him intensely. Noticing h

Edde said pleadingly, his humbleness was obvious but Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him and left the room. Climbing down the Stairs quietly Elizabeth sighted the white lady sitting on the one sitter couch with her eyes focused on her very expensive Iphone, she had a pink colored hair and her acrylic nails were fucking lengthy!. "She looks like a bitch indeed" Elizabeth thought as she stepped down from the stairs with Edde behind her. "Hey Ed… Oh hi, Edde's new slu… Wife nice meeting you" she said in a smile as she stood up and made towards Elizabeth with her hand stretched for a shake which Elizabeth took and let out a slight smile.