Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame Past Life Novelas e Histórias

She isn’t mine, but somehow over the last few weeks, I became hers. She's been the balm to my heart I needed after first losing my baby, and then losing my son to the actions of another woman who seems determined to tear my world apart. I must have done something wrong to Evelyn Valentine in a past life because for some reason she seems determined to make me pay in this one. Shaking off the image of her sneering face, a twisted mockery of my own, I head out the door, keys in hand.

Fierce, warm and yet, dead. She had appeared to me a few nights ago, her silhouette glowing under the ghostly light of the Lunaris Blossom. A flower I’d only heard about in old stories… until I saw it for myself, growing wild near the stream. She told me it wasn’t just for strength, it was mine by right. A legacy buried under blood and lies. And with that bloom, I began to remember fragments of a truth long hidden. That I didn’t belong here… that my blood was older, royal, powerful. But Griselda had raised me in secret, hiding me away like a spark in the dark.

“The woman who came to you is not Liz. She is Angelica. Liz’s biological mother. A witch who has spent decades destroying lives. She murdered. She manipulated. She used Liz since before she was born.” Lumian tried to twist away, but I pressed harder. “She's fooling you,” I continued. “Just like she did me and everyone else.” His jaw tightened, but not with belief. With denial. “She is the reason Liz died,” I said. “She is the reason Liz has been tortured, hunted, cursed, torn apart—” Lumian scoffed. “So this is your story?” he said. I didn’t blink. “She is using you.” Lumian’s lip curled. “No one’s here.”

My reflection stared back at me, pale and determined. In my heart, I whispered to the woman I had once been, the woman who had died in flames. “Do not worry. I will not waste this second life. They will both pay, and I will make sure they never rise again.” For the first time since my rebirth, I felt completely free of him. No longing, no weakness, no trace of love. Only fury and resolve. Vanessa thought she had trapped me. Adrian thought he could control me. But neither of them knew the truth.

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,

It smelled of ash, old magic, and something else—something final. Elara stepped forward, and with every step, the flames around her feet didn’t consume, they followed. Bowed. The earth itself seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat, responding not to spellwork, but something deeper: blood truth. Kael rose beside her, his voice low. “Your eyes…” “I saw them,” Elara whispered. “The First Flame. The queens who came before me. The ones they buried beneath lies and silence.” Behind her, Vesper’s voice broke through. “You survived the soulfire. That shouldn’t be possible.”

She rolled up her sleeve, earnestly examining the scar on her arm—a painful mark she had inflicted upon herself. This was an unprecedented turn of events. Liam had never mentioned the fire incident from years ago, let alone the scar on Elizabeth's body. The changes in Liam's behavior since his divorce from Gwyneth had left Elizabeth puzzled. After all, she had assumed the identity of the person who had once saved Liam, all in an effort to keep him by her side. However, the various signals emanating from Liam were increasingly unsettling, and Elizabeth couldn't shake the feeling that the truth would soon come to light.

“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.”

"Are you saying that someone in this pack has been planning to hurt me for eighteen years?" "I'm saying that someone has been waiting for you to come back. And now that you're here, they're trying to get rid of you before you discover the truth." "What truth?" Elena stood up and moved closer to her. "The truth about what you really are, Rosemary. You're not just human. Your bloodline is much more powerful." "I don't understand." "You will. But first, we need to prove your innocence. Are you ready to take the truth serum?"

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.”