Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

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.”

"Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?" "One day that disrespectful tongue of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble," he said silkily, advancing menacingly towards her so that she backed away—until her legs met the end of the bed and she had nowhere else to go. "Do you know what the punishment is for insulting a member of the Royal House of Qubbah?"

as my head began to spin. Would you prefer a more colorful or exotic insult?" I heartily laughed. What about dick, cock sucker, poser, fucktard, or cun--? levi interrupted me mid-insult as he denigrated me. I stumbled as the blood surged back to my head. levi seized me and encircled my waist with his arms. He frowned at me and his blue eyes narrowed. Stop making fun of me, he hissed. I retaliated, "They're all true," at him. I escaped his hold while hearing all the abuses he had previously uttered ringing around in my head. I wish you weren't my mate because I despise you.

Little did they know that the king's cruelty surpassed their already low expectations. "I tore their body parts, and now you're insulting my beloved in the same way they did before. Valus, I will respect your wish to die today!” Alaric's roar echoed through the forest, a sound so fierce it could have come from a lion about to pounce on its prey. His mate had been insulted, and he would not stand for it.

"Or are you illiterate as well?" That devilish smirk formed on his lips again. "A sow, you mean?" he replied. "You already have a bastard piglet." There was a resounding clap as my palm struck his cheek—twice. My chest rose and fell, agitation flowing through me at the audacity of his assumptions. "This should be the last time you ever insult my child!" "Why are you so triggered, princess? I didn't ask you to taint yourself." "You are the one who is tainted!" I curled my fingers against my palm, glad we were alone with no one witnessing our brawl. "You have a mistress!"

A small laugh escaped me at that brutally crafted insult and their heads snapped towards me as if just remembering I was still there. "And what's so funny Dhampir," Lana chewed on the word like it disgusted her. I refused to let her think it bothered me and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking if that's the opinion your friends have of you, I can't imagine what the rest of the court thinks." "What's it to you," Gwyneth piped in. "It's not like your reputation at court is anything to brag about. I think beastly and insolent were among the most common terms going around."

She continued, "And today, we did it again! We insulted her deliberately so she would hear everything and realize her worth!" Sebastian couldn't help but cough softly, stopping the garbage nonsense Victoria was saying. Victoria was taken aback, turned around, and stared in shock after noticing Sebastian. "Cousin... " Victoria whispered. "Slanderer of the upper class who likes to eat rotten meat!?" Sebastian mumbled. His tone was cold, stiff, and sarcastic. "Cousin, I... I…" "It is said that talking ill of oneself is like discussing a rotten carcass. So don't claim to be an upper-class woman when you're as rotten as this!?"