Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

Then we talked about the ridiculous hats that some of the women were wearing. When did they think this was? The Medieval Ages? The feather details on some of them were outrageous and distracting. It was all fun and games until it was not. “Well, well, well. If it isn't the promiscuous wife and her-” “I would advise you to watch your next words very, very carefully, Felix as I would have no hesitation in pulling out my dagger and stabbing you in the carotid with it.” Sophia and I stared at Valfred because we didn't expect him to say that but we are glad he did because that bastard deserved it.

Insulted and a little stung at his pitying dismissal, I cursed him and called him by rude names, my sharp tongue which had landed me in numerous trouble lashed out wantonly, days spent with lawless men and drunkards supplied me with vulgar speeches from which I held nothing back. “You wool brained hideous bastard of a hundred fathers, you dare to call yourself an Orisha, you mistake of a deity, you dared to open that excrement filled maw you call mouth and compared yourself to Lanroye in all his divinity, perchance if you had ever sat to wonder why you stayed down here in your gods forsaken groove where no one visits you and you think it was because everyone feared you, then you must be dumb

His eyes held so much anger and hatred that I didn't even know why. "Why do you hate me so much?" I find the words tumbling out of my mouth without my consent. All the gazes that were already focused on me seemed to intensify. "Because you're a slut." That was the cue. After he said that, havoc started. Everyone started throwing insults at me and oh yes, I heard every one of them. There were shouts of me being a slut, a whore, slut who took the Luna's mate, witch, weirdo, human. There were so many insults that I couldn't keep up anymore. My heart was beating so fast, my breathing was increasing too. My wolf was going crazy. I could literally imagine her cowering down and covering her ears wi

"I'd like to wring his neck." "What an insolent fool!" Messo snarled at Cassian. "How dare you humiliate the goddess with your filth? You deserve to die a painful death!" After sweeping his gaze across the crowd, Cassian snorted derisively. "What gives you lot any right to insult me? You're all a bunch of losers. If you think you're so good, you can find yourself a pretty mistress, too!" What the hell? Leland and the others were outraged. Messo even stepped forward, unable to hold himself back anymore. He was about to attack Cassian when Isolde beat him to it.

King Henry responded in anger. "Some people are idiots but they just don't know it yet." "Are you calling me an idiot?" "You just called yourself that, not me." "Don't take me for a fool, you insulted me." "Oh, I would have loved to insult you but apparently you need qualities for me to insult which you don't have, unfortunately."

As he looked at her, he thought back to how she had thoroughly insulted him. Frustrated, he uttered to himself, "I am someone who always respects women and treats them with kindness. But what I hate the most is being disrespected in public. I've never been so humiliated in my entire life. The fact that you're a princess doesn't give you the right to do that. All I did was compliment your beauty, and you insulted me. But I will make you pay, Princess, whatever your name is. No matter what it takes, I will make you pay for what you did."

Margaret was so angry that she almost fainted. Margaret had always claimed to be a noble lady, surrounded by classy people who wouldn't use profanities. But people on the internet were neither gentlemen nor gentlewomen. They didn't mind swearing when they disapproved of something Margaret could hardly breathe after reading the vulgar curses people threw at the evil mother-in-law and sh*tty husband. She immediately called Edric,

Ohh she is running out of insults. "You are so stupid. You would have trouble pouring out water from a boot whose instructions are written on the heel." "Jealousy is a disease, get well soon." She thinks I'm jealous? "I would love to insult you but I'm afraid I can't do it as well as nature." "You always have your books open!" "Are you talking about my books or your legs?" "You are a bitch!" "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable like a coma?" "I-I hate you!"

Frederick feigned innocence and countered, "Calling someone 'brain-dead' is an insult? Let's ask everyone then. Did I insult him? You're just bullying me because I'm new." Marsh said coldly, "Don't try to twist things. 'Brain-dead' means 'idiot,' doesn't it? Isn't that an insult?" Frederick widened his eyes and replied, "Oh my, I didn't realize 'brain-dead' meant 'idiot'! I thought it meant having an intellectual disability." Marsh snapped angrily, "Isn't that the same thing?"

“You’re a disgrace, a stain on his honor “ Her insults slammed into me like punches, each one sparking a hotter flame in my gut. “Who do you think you are, talking trash about me and Kieran?” I shot back stepping up, my hands clenching tight. “You’ve got no right to barge in here, slinging accusations like that.”