Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

But here it was, happening right before me. "I can't believe she's this desperate" a loud voice came through from the crowd. "Wow! What a shameless slut." another said. "I am glad he didn't fall for lies" "It's a good thing he exposed her." "What a cheap slut" "She must be a weakling!" "This family is a disgrace to our pack." The insults kept coming and I couldn't be any more humiliated.

The intensity of his stares was holding and also, she might not suppress herself and run on his arms to feel his warm against her. “Why have ye let this ugly savage touches my horses?” Prince Jion hissed directed towards the other prince. “She got a name, brother.” The gentle prince frowned at the rudeness of his younger brother. “I had ye tolerated during that particular meal but I wont let thee insult my own princess.” Jion sarcastically laughed while throwing a disgusting look on the silent tribe princess. “Your princess? Oh I am not surprised that ye have been bewitch by this ugly animal. After all, she came from the tribe of worthless people—”

“You f*cking birds, are you all blind? How could you not know who I am, huh? Just you wait, I’ll rip all your feathers and intestines out, then make you into a barbeque skewer…” Pigsy seemed well-versed in cursing. It was able to think of different types of insults in an instant. The Peacock Tribe had always been prideful. Hence, they figured that only lowly peasants would curse. They were at their limit when mocking Pigsy just a while ago, but Pigsy’s words took them aback. It was just way too insulting. None of them have ever experienced this at all. “Argh! I’ll just kill you off first!” one of the peacocks yelled and lunged at the pig demon.

I was sick of the council meetings. ~ The closer I got, the louder it became. The noise rolled down the hallway. First were the low growls, then sharp curses, followed by heavy boots stomping the floor. “You're a disgrace. Didn't you cheat on your wife, you gnawing dog!” “How dare you insult me? You're no better. At least I cheat, unlike you who gets cheated on you scoundrel!” “What the fuck did you say to me, you bastard!” “You heard me. Your kingdom is worse than the whore you married!”

At the end of the words, his feet stomped, actually took the initiative to the ancient medieval old man chopped away, not the slightest bit of him, the Earth Immortal in the eyes! Many people are all a flinch, worthy of being the Northern Mad Emperor, will be a "mad" word manifested to the fullest, negative life of the world's enemies, not to live up to the mad name of eight hundred years! "Arrogant!" Elder Ancient Meditation was furious, even someone dared to challenge his Earth Immortal's might, what could not be tolerated! Raising his palm, he struck over. "Boom--"

“Oh, come on! We're not fools. Do you expect us to believe your delusional story? We know the Jarl. He wouldn't allow his mate to be humiliated like this if you’re telling the truth. So shut the fuck up!" The remaining slaves murmured in agreement. One of them threw something at us and labeled me a liar. Some hurled insults, branding me a lowly witch, a daydreamer, and a promiscuous opportunist. The barrage of hurtful words cut deeper than the earlier whipping. Jackie could only glare at them, helpless in the face of their hostility.

Sarah fell to her face, “That is not what happened My Lord. I would never dare insult you, I would never” “Lord Votigern, this tramp of a woman did insult me”, the man walked forward and spoke, “I merely touched her ass and she landed a whole glass on my head…” “I didn’t do it on purpose”, she argued, “You touched me inappropriately, you weren’t supposed to do that” The whole crowd went silent for a while before they all burst into laughter, some jeered and made sinister remarks, Votigern was not left out. He stood to his feet, “We are blessed to be in the presence of a saint virgin who doesn’t want to be touched”. They all burst into laughter.

I took a slice of pizza and bit into it, "So, what've you got so far?" "Okay…" Kyle drank from the coke bottle and placed it on the coffee table. He hit a few keys on his keyboard and said, "According to G****e, Medieval literature is any work written in Latin or the vernacular between c. 476-1500 CE, which includes philosophy, religious treaties, legal texts and works of the imagination." I typed the words his spoke into my laptop as he spoke, "So, we start with that before moving to the medieval romance." "Exactly." He looked at me, eating from his pizza slice. "What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?"