Book Review Killing Jesus Novels & Stories

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

My head jerked up, and I stared at the evidence bag. Impossible. This morning, I'd only inspected and reinforced the lines. I hadn't cut anything. Satisfaction flickered in Gabriel's eyes, but it was gone in an instant. He turned to me with a pained expression. "Evie, why would you do this? I know you wanted to save money, but you can't gamble with people's lives!" Accusations crashed over me like waves. "Monster!" "She killed a whole family just to save money! Someone like that deserves to be executed!"

“I WANT TO KNOW WHY SHE KILLED MY MATE!” The pack members begin whispering and pulling their kids behind them. “Karla, please, why don’t we go inside so we can discuss this,” Andreas says, taking a step towards her. He takes my hand to walk with him, but my feet won’t move. I’m frozen in place. No words are forming in my mind as I stare at the woman whose mate I killed with my bare hands. “Athena?” He says, looking back at me. “I… I…” I stutter out, but nothing else comes.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

"Let me out" A second silver chain joined the first, only this one wrapped around my waist, ensuring more sizzling of my already battered and scarred body. "You seem to be under the impression I showed you this because I killed them, I did not. Here is your proof", Alpha Mathew pushed one of the photos in front of my eyes and I made my last attempt to get free. I had to think and as much as silver weakened a wolf, I had enough tolerance over the years to be able to last longer than most. Beta Andrew holding the second set of chains was the first to go. I wrapped my hand around the metal, screaming at the burn, before pulling it towards me with all my force, knocking the beta off his feet. Wh

He went on about missing Grandma, me, and Mom, and getting fired. Suddenly, he sounded frustrated. "What did I do wrong? All I wanted to do was save a life! How is that my fault? Others didn't reject their transplants. It was God's will he had that reaction! It had nothing to do with me!" Then, in a second, he was back to sounding completely defeated. "It had nothing to do with me… nothing to do with me…" He must've been drinking. He kept going on about how his hand, wrist, and heart hurt.

They just wait and a few days from now, someone will die next to them. I sat in my chair and ignored them. I know they still accuse me but I don’t care what they think of me anymore. I'll just prove to them that I'm the one who kills when it's time for them to die. They don’t catch me that easily. All my plans are fine, nothing will change to that. The next one I will kill is George. He was too talkative.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

"Nova, look at me. Open your eyes. Daddy bought you that pastry, the one with the cream. “Isn't that your favorite? Look, it's right there." I glanced out into the living room. The sweet brioche bun was still sitting on the coffee table. The plastic packaging was perfectly intact, never opened. The lead paramedic began performing chest compressions on my small body. Dad sat right beside him, counting out loud. By the twentieth compression, his voice broke completely. Mom took an uneven step forward, her balance giving out until Sophia caught her by the elbows. "She was just hammering on the door," Mom stammered, her eyes vacant. "I heard her. She was pounding on the door."

The sight of us facing each other like that stabbed straight into her, and jealousy burned brightly in her eyes. Even before the apocalypse, she'd had a crush on Alec. I just hadn't expected that love would rot into hatred—and that she'd end up killing him because of it. She walked over, deliberately edging closer to Alec. He frowned, stepped back without a word, and positioned himself at my side instead. "Miss, keep your distance," he said coldly. Rebuffed outright, Eliza bit her lip, clearly wanting to say more. However… 'Clang. Clang. Clang.'