Judith And The Black Messiah Novels & Stories

the voice came from a speaker in the ceiling. I looked around the room. A man stepped out of the shadows. He wasn't wearing a mask anymore. He was wearing a simple janitor’s uniform, the kind I saw every day in the hallways of St. Jude’s. It was Mr. Silas. The man who emptied the bins. The man everyone ignored. "Mr. Silas?" I gasped. "What is this? Why are they in there?" The old man smiled, but his eyes were empty. "Everyone looks at the Thorne family. Everyone watches the Hales. But nobody looks at the man holding the broom. I’ve been the ears of the Order of St. Jude for thirty years, Loveth."

And now, Judas already stripped down to his undergarment. "Come on, baby. It's time for the real thing," said Judas in a voice full of lust. His thumbs hooked under the undergarment waist band, ready to tug it down. Chester squirmed and tried to brush the hands away but to no avail. Judas was already robust, but his strength increased even more with the enchanted wine. In just one breath, his body was bared entirely before the beast's eyes, just like a piece of raw meat. If magic doesn't work, then I'll just scream, thought Chester.

The constant reminder from my coven was a reminder that I could never hide from the prince of darkness. All that changed when I met Judah, a witch from another coven. She was everything eccentric, and she lived among the humans in town. She loved animals and would go for hours playing with cats. She was a drama queen with long, dirty blonde hair flowing to her lap, and she wore flowing bohemian clothes and an assortment of wooden and glass beads. Judah was banished from her coven for having sex with her husband's slave. She pretended to be a fortune teller and hid her very powerful witchcraft powers.

The floor where Gabe had stood was soaked in silence. Arthur looked back at the crowd. “That was justice.” No one said a word. I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. I watched the light leave Gabe’s eyes and felt nothing. Now, only Judy remained. Arthur didn’t waste time. He didn’t offer her the chance to speak. He stood there, unmoving, his voice cutting through the hall like a blade. “Judith of Blackthorn,” he said. “For orchestrating the disappearance, suffering, and death of Luna Elizabeth Campbell, you are hereby sentenced to exile, disownment, and the stripping of your wolf.”

Only the medicinal herbs native to our territory kept me alive. That’s when Damien stepped through the destruction. My foster brother had returned. He was no longer the young wolf I remembered from our childhood. Now he stood as the most powerful Alpha lord in North America. Twelve Black Wolf Guards flanked him like shadows of death. "Get up, Lina." His voice was colder than winter ice. "Today is your judgment day." Two Black Wolf Guards rushed forward without hesitation. They grabbed my arms and hauled me off the bed like a sack of grain.

The hand went down. Judith kept going. She talked about the contract marriage. About signing it out of desperation to save her mother and her family without knowing Ethan’s original intention. About finding out the truth and choosing to stay and fight rather than run. She talked about Lily being taken. About the poisoned drip in the hospital. About Richard Blackwood outside the apartment building that morning with his pleasant voice and his careful threat. She did not raise her voice once. When she sat down Dan stood up. He was shorter than Ethan by that one inch Lily had noticed and he stood differently. Less rigid. More like a man who had accepted the weight of what he was carrying rather

They needed some form of action that wasn't dancing. The fight had long ended but Judith caught herself still grinning. Something she hasn't done for over a week now. It was as if a black mist had settled upon her and refused to shift, and no matter how bright the day was she could feel no sun and hear no bird. For her, the world was lost and she knew of nothing that would bring it back into focus till this action of the dancer.

Blake stretched his fingers and pointed at a man who was covered with white hairs. "Apostle Peter!" Blackwheel intoned. "He is close to Judas Iscariot who doesn't have any circular ring on top of his head." "Yes!" Blake smiled as if he had accomplished a groundbreaking science feat. "That is another way to know he is Judas Iscariot. You are observant, Mr. James Blackwheel. The absence of the circular ring above Judas Iscariot's head firmly proofs that his place in the kingdom of God has been taken away from him."

Jon was regarded with sallow eyes. “You still in the psychic assassin business?” Brian Elder cracked his knuckles. “Sure as Hell, if you’ve got the coin.” Jon dropped a bag at his feet. It held one tenth of his newly gotten wealth. 100,000 in hundred dollar bills. Brian openly drooled over the money. “A Dark Messiah was conceived in an unclean vessel under the Hill of the Ghouls. That’s your target.” Elder laughed. “Consider it done.” That finished, Jon jumped into his luxury car and drove out of the city looking for the next chapter in his life, content in the fact that he was no longer the fool.

However, it was no use. It can't be. He can't go further than this. If he touches it there, he will know. Chester thought inside his head. He tried his best to free his hands, but to no avail. Judas was the king. His magic was no joke. And now that his body was acting up, it was even more of a problem.