Judith Holofernes Story Novels & Stories

“Despite the bad thing that they have done…I and Aeternum government..never blamed the Alemia Nation People at all….they were all just a victim of the circumstance of what happened around them..they have no power to do anything as they didn’t know how to…sadly those that were in the power do these heinous act..knows this very well….why don’t we hear…Mrs Judithe story from herself…..Mrs. Judithe…please…tell the people your story…let it came to light just how horrible what had happened…” “.….Thank you, Your Highness President…..Hello, fellow people…friends, family….people of Aeternum….my name is Judithe and I came from the River Village…the one that were saved by His Highness and Aeternum sold

Like a profane blasphemy. "The oracle that exists in Purgatory" he began to say, gently moving his fingers around mine. "She was the first woman created by God, exiled for tasting the forbidden fruit that Lilith offered in the garden of Eden. She is responsible for writing the history of humans, determining their beginnings, means and ends. And she wrote stories for you over the centuries, for every human life, there was the same destiny. However, even in exile, our Creator has always had access to these stories, so that we can be assigned to the humans who need us the most. And I found your story. I knew how she would end, and I've been trying over the centuries to warn her, save her. But I

“Judas deserves hell.” His eyes flickered with amusement. He let out a low chuckle, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. I jerked back instinctively, but his hand hovered just close enough to make my skin crawl. “Oh, darling,” he murmured. “You think this is enough, don’t you?” “I know enough.” My throat tightened as I spoke, but I refused to show weakness. “Judas is a monster, Sera. A rapist. A murderer. And he’ll rot in prison once we have enough proof. And this pen drive and few reports will not be enough.”

They didn't stop me, perhaps because they were too afraid to touch the girl who bled purple light, or perhaps because they wanted to see the execution. The Great Hall was a sea of fur, leather, and bared teeth. In the center stood a raised stone platform: the Judgment Block. Kael sat on his throne, his face a mask of cold, unyielding granite, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the armrests. Standing before him was Elder Hakan, a wolf so old his fur was the color of a winter storm. He held a jagged silver spear: the Fang Breaker. "The hybrid is here!" a voice shrieked from the crowd.

Only the High Priestess remained impassive and unmoved. “What story is he telling them?” “It’s a version of Inanna’s journey to the underworld, but a much older version than anyone in Uruk had ever heard. Isimud’s version was more ferocious, more violent and more steeped in blood than any that has been told since. This, like every truth in Isimud’s heresy, made it incredibly dangerous.” “I don’t think he’s going to get his pardon.” “He won’t need it.”

The moonlight on the desk seemed suddenly too bright, blinding. The book. The heavy, leather-bound volume of Caravaggio reproductions I had taken from the library the night before I left. I had opened it to the page depicting Judith Beheading Holofernes—the woman in blue silk, serene, sawing through the neck of the general who had loved her. And on the painted throat of the dying man, I had placed my wedding band. The emerald ring he had hung around my neck at the Met, the night he claimed me like a territory. A stake through the throat of his painted double.

she whispered, fingers tracing his jaw, “you sound like a man with an addiction.” “I am.” He pressed his lips to her knuckles—one by one, unhurried. “And my poison has a name. Elena Lafayette.” Not quite teasing. Elena tucked the unease beneath a smile. “Get up,” she said, and silenced him with a brief kiss. “Before I make you late.” “Fine.” A pause. “But only because of that kiss.” ✘ ✘ ✘ The private gallery breathed silence like a cathedral. Elena stopped before Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes. Blood in dramatic arcs. Judith’s face—cold, composed. A woman who had severed a tyrant’s head to save her people.

He took out his phone, started Googling, then tapped my arm so I'd listen. "Mechteld ten Ham was some sort of prophetess that spoke to people's health and future events," he read. "When the plague came to her city, she was accused and demanded trials of weight and water." He swiped down summarizing the story. "I suppose she thought she could get past them... Yadda, yadda, yadda... Here it is," he said excitedly finding what he had been looking for. "She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake."

“I can’t imagine anything more unbelievable than this conversation, but I’m listening.” “I already told you the story of how I was able to escape from Ahasuerus’s decree that I be killed and how I raised you as Adar until you were of age to resume the throne of this kingdom. What I didn’t tell you was that the women who came to our courtyard talking about women’s rights was a seer of the future. Somehow her mind could travel through time and she heard how the priests and rabbis of the future had distorted the truth of what happened at that party with King Ahasuerus, why I refused to dance naked for his friends, how I treated my maidens and respected my friends. She also told me of all the li

People began pouring from their homes some screamed, others dropped to their knees in prayer. John and Sarah rushed down toward the town square. At the center, Priestess Saraphina was already rallying those brave enough to hold a weapon. Her once-calming voice now rang like a war drum. “The Hollow is no longer hiding,” she said. “It wants to consume.” John joined her. “How do we stop something that’s older than any of us? That we barely understand?” Saraphina handed him a scroll. “This was hidden beneath the altar. It’s the last rite. My ancestor’s final record of the creature they locked away.”