Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

“You’re a coward! If you don’t love me anymore and want to break up with me, why not do it yourself? Why hide in your castle and leave me here all alone, waiting for you every single day like a fool. I went against my parents, my family, everyone, just to stay here and wait for you but you never intended to come and see me. What are you if not a coward! You’re a coward Prince!” In a flash of movement, Young Zedekiel surged towards Ron, seizing him by the neck and effortlessly hoisting his slender frame from the ground. "Repeat those words if you dare!" he snarled, his eyes flashing a vibrant hue of deep purple. Among Elves, pride ran deep, and being branded with such an insult struck at the

- and I'd do it a second time. You aren't bad until you've ever frozen someone's underwear as payback. -every single one of them. You aren't bad until you've ever replaced someone's possessions with something else. - I replaced his books with bricks. You aren't bad until you can threaten your enemy and get away with it. - sassiness runs through my veins. You aren't bad until you've won a fight. - poor poor Luka. You aren't bad unless you've insulted someone repeatedly and are still breathing. - Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime.

Had heard it on countless occasions, more than I was even willing to admit. Back in the East Coast city, every time we argued, Andrian used to call me a sl*t and many more insulting words. He would accuse me of seducing men at any slightest opportunity he got. In his eyes, I was always a sl*t, a vixen, no matter how well behaved I was. Even in school, he would insult me if he caught a wind of some guy hitting on me. He would sometimes go as far as fighting anyone who showed the slightest bit of romantic interest in me.

"Why was the knight polishing his dress before going for the Emperor's dinner party? Because he wanted to have a night in shining armor!" "Your father argued with me regarding what to call an Azenlan soldier. It got kind of late, so we both decided to call it a knight!" "The Queen was unhappy when she saw that it was pouring outside. She sighed to herself, "This could be another reigny day"." "What should we call a medieval owl that is very brave and defeated many enemies? We can easily be naming him a Knight Owl!"

Her insults echoed in his mind, each word a searing reminder of the humiliation he had endured at her hands. "Manwhore, trash, and the slap..." The words reverberated through his thoughts, fueling the fire of his anger until it burned with an intensity that threatened to consume him whole. He poked at his left cheek where her slap had left its mark, the sensation sending a jolt of fury coursing through him. Closing his eyes, he let out a low, guttural growl, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty bar. His mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge, of making her pay for daring to defy him and tarnish his reputation.

If other women who heard his cruel words would surely cry. "Shit ... shit ... shit ...! you idiot, annoying! I take my words back. You ugly, ugly and bad man!" I shouted in frustration. It's annoying that I can't reply to it. What the heck? is he allergic to me? am I a virus? God damn it! I really wanted to choke his neck and kick his little brother even harder. "Lucien, watch out for you, huh? you're on the list of people who have insulted and underestimated me. I will definitely repay you! when I get rich, I'll throw a pile of money in front of your stupid annoying face!"

They look at us as though we're the filthiest thing they've ever seen. "They are no longer members of the Elite Family," "They deserve it," "Poorer than beggars," "Poorer than rats," says one. "Fallen Beckett's," From the rest, these are the top insults and ridicule I've heard so far. They were once my father and mother's pals, but now they only say terrible things to them as a result of a sharp aching in my chest. I'm not sure if my mother heard them or is simply pretending not to, or if she is allowing them to make fun of our family.

"The will of the royal family?" Gideon sneered. "Is that supposed to be impressive? I've fought royals before. Just this afternoon, I took down some old geezer." Everyone was stunned, frozen like statues. Gideon really had no filter. Offending royalty was a crime, but this wasn't just offending them. It was outright humiliating them! Serafina let out a laugh of rage. "Fine! You've got guts! But let me tell you. Anyone who insults the royals must die!"

She raised her hands up for emphasis. Those words she fired at me, hurt me. And I slammed the glass of milk hard on the counter with a loud thud. "Someone like me? Who do you think you are? You think you're better than me? Have you looked yourself at the mirror lately?You look like an old roadside hag. And you're nothing but an insignificance." I retorted my insult through gritted teeth, glaring so hard her. I could feel my body invigorating for war. Because I had my ever present weapon. My mouth.

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.