Women Of The Bible Speak Novels & Stories

I continued, “I don’t want to assume I understand what you need. So today, I want you to speak first.” That caught their attention. A few women exchanged glances. One of the younger mothers raised her hand hesitantly. “Speak about… what exactly?” “About being women in Silvercrest,” I replied. “About your challenges. Your concerns. Your hopes and desires as women in this community.” Silence followed. Debbie shifted slightly beside me, but she didn’t interrupt. Then, slowly, an older woman cleared her throat. “Our girls,” she said, voice steady. “They grow strong, but they grow uncertain. They don’t see many paths outside mating and motherhood.”

“We let the Goddess know that she is beneath us, and soon she will bow like all the other weak women who dare speak against us.” ©COPYRIGHTED 2025/T. MURPHY. 202MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Sophia replied "Yea,that's true" "Actually,I have an idea" Sophia said unbuckling her seatbelt. "We can give it away but to someone we know who don't believe in the bible or God himself" "Who?" Jennifer asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt "Hannah" Sophia replied "That caucasian chick that's around the block who always in people's business?" Jennifer asked. "I thought that you said women aren't allowed to wear pants" Sophia:Hebrew women aren't allowed to wear pants" Sophia replied. "But the ones who are not Hebrew can but that's something else that I have to explain to you later on"

Red haired woman voices out her thought. “A child, is the word.” Round woman comments. Ouch. As my head moves left to right, and right back to left, digesting the insults, reading their expressions, trying to remain calm, I realize one thing. Only these two women were speaking. Others just move their haeds to see who is talking and nod whenever they feel it is necessary. It is either that the other women were born mute, or they were given a sanction not to utter a word or these two women have, by themselves, registered themselves as authorities of this wing.

I said with a fake smile of my own, and her smile immediately died down. ‎ ‎"I have a question queen. You say you love God, but what does your bible say? to pray for your husband's downfall or to bless them?" She asked with a straight face, her gaze narrowing at me. I opened my mouth to speak but unfortunately my tongue felt stuck. ‎She smiled sheepishly, bet she knew she got me exactly where she wanted. ‎"It is said ‘‘wives obey your husband” and that a good wife prays for her husband's well being, or did your mother not teach you those things?" She asked , her tone hinting at more mockery than doubting.

“A beta should be smart! A beta should be able to turn any situation to their advantage…” I held my composure before stopping right in front of the elders, my back straight, my presence firm as his voice echoed again, clearer this time. “A beta should not demand respect. They should not speak their worth to others. No, Lilith… they should show it. Words are baseless. Actions are proof.” My eyes lowered to the elders beneath me, and then I spoke, my voice calm, collected “I understand your fears. I am a woman… I have no strength, and moreover—”

“But Lord William — he saw through her. Praise be. She’s in the dungeons now. Let her rot where she came from.” A third woman, older, eyes gleaming with malice, sneered in Ridhima’s direction. “And to think, some among us dreamed of making her queen.” Ridhima stood silent, jaw clenched. She said nothing, her eyes cold and unreadable. But her silence was not weakness — it was a vow. The women continued. “From dungeon to chamber and now again to dungeon. God is just.” One lowered her voice to a whisper, as though in divine awe. “May He preserve our king and deal with traitors as they deserve.”

A majority of the elders stood up to leave, when a female voice thundered all over the room. "You would all be silent and sit down immediately." The whole room fell into grave silence, if a pin dropped on the floor at that moment, it could be heard. All eyes turned to the direction of the speaker. An elderly woman, with white flowing hair and bright eyes sat still in a chair. Though she did not scream, her voice was heard around every corner of the room and seemed to freeze everyone. Edward was in awe of her ability to command men so subtly. Those who knew her, recognized her as Athaliah, the famous prophetess of the witch kingdom.

I moved closer and pulled a seat across her before seating down. "Thank you ma'am for speaking for me ma'am. I'm so grateful." She removed her eyes from the laptop in front of her before leaning a little on her chair. A small smile made its way to her face " You don't have to thank me. I did what I would have done dro anyone below me moreover, you are a new worker here. You don't know the rules for building these places." She sat alright and pulled out a book that is as big as a dictionary and pushed it towards me.

I thought to myself. But then... She began taking me through the Bible.... She made those inspiring verses known to me and explained them all to me in detail. Some of those verses are; Jeremiah 1:5 Which says, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. " Psalms 139:16 Which says, " You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. "