Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

Lancelot had completely won them over and it seemed like there was nothing I could do. The scholars seemed to be the most excited, and I wasn’t surprised. Almost every single one of them were sheep for Celeste and she had laid the foundation for my humiliation some weeks back in the College. The students have been looking for an avenue to express their new found hatred for me, and this was it. “Damn you, homewrecker!” someone had the audacity to scream out loud. More and more of these derogatory insults kept coming in, and even Xaden couldn’t get control oof the room. His barks and roars did nothing.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

"I'd toss your royal pieces to the hounds If I could, you entitled piece of shit!" My jaw dropped. My face burned with shame, humiliation... and anger. I sputtered, "Y-you! Why do you talk like that? To me?" I stared at her in disbelief. Can't she see? "I was kidnapped! I didn't do anything..." Being raised at the palace, trapped in my own tower room since I was a child, everything had been formal. My tutor's Kei, and everyone. I had been surrounded by nobles who hid their malice behind flowery compliments and political double-speak. It's a thing to call you a fool while praising your wisdom. But I had never heard someone string together such a colorful, aggressive list of insults in my enti

He says sardonically. “You won’t get away with this.” I cry out and spit in his face. My mother always did tell me that spitting in someone’s face was the filthiest insult you can make. Mikal runs his thumb over the spit on his cheek and brings it to his mouth, sucking it dry. “You're a fucking nut job.” I cry out in dismay. “That’s what they all tell me lately.” His eyes harden. “But they don’t know a damn thing about me.” He laughs as his face turns bright red, causing a sudden outbreak of goosebumps to crawl over my entire body.

"Did you forget a certain incident in 1873 that your kind pulled off?" "That's rich coming from you, licker." Lars learned that day that licker was apparently a derogatory insult for the djinns and it was enough to send everyone into heated, disorderly festival of screams. Rachelia casted yet another silence magic and it took a minute for the audience to settle down again. Lars was shriveled on his throne.

she said angrily "but fix this mess now!, New Fall is not part of the town we were supposed to friggin visit!, not to mention it is odd enough that we stand here looking like crap from a non-existent century, but can you get your damn Golems to act normal!" "Normal!" He growled all semblance of laughter totally gone leaving him looking frigid "You insult my people's hospitality, you insult me, you insult our magic and now you'd insult my subservients!, You are undignified, and the Conjugate will be seeing to your manners!" "Dignity ran out the closet when I learnt your hospitality included assassination"She retorted "Fuck you and the damned Conjugate, there's nothing else they can take!" An

“You are nothing more than a power thirsty slut!” “I bet she seduced Kayden with her lying lips as well!” “You are a whore!” “You are a shameless bitch!” “Boo! You are a slut!” The crowd was chanting every kind of insults that existed, Crystal had never felt so attacked in her life, she stared ahead at the crowd of strangers, all pointing judging fingers towards her and the scene gave her a sense of déjà vu, and this was the exact same thing that happened that time too and she remembered the ugly feeling that comes with it.

"Trust me, old-man, I might just acquiesce to letting you hobble back alive if you take crawl back now… because as it is, you’re trespassing." William the Conqueror stands unmoved, the faintest trace of a sardonic grin curling his lips. His crimson cape billows around his towering frame, as if the night itself bows to his presence. The Dark King’s voice emerges like a whisper of death, dripping with malice and disdain. "Acquiesce thou sayeth… how quaint? Such eloquence from a mongrel," he drawls, his medieval cadence flowing like poisoned honey. "Thou presumeth much, cur. Thou dost prattle as though thy kind holds sway over mine. Nay, I have not come to parley with thy ilk. I have come to cl

That man replied arrogantly. A ridicule had flashed across his eyes as he said. He had been looking at them disgustingly. As if they are a shame to knighthood. Kevin had a look of disbelieve. He couldn't believe that they would something like that to them. It was more like they are prisoners. Even the slaves and prisoners had more reputation their than them. Macbeth couldn't help but clenched his fingers as soon as he heard their mockery. How could they ridicule them the proud warriors of Sovier.

The words came out of him, low and dangerous. "And I would slap you again if you think you can come into my company and insult me. " I spat. "Do you think I'm that woman who stood doe-eyed while you gave your father an earful about how you won't marry the.....what was the word you both used.....' defiled virgin" Do you think your useless charms would work on me again, because of one kiss? You pride yourself too much, Thane, to think I would stoop so low as to go back to my vomit."