Pigs Tales Novels & Stories

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

No! I didn't want this! Why did I have to suffer the same fate after reincarnating?! However, as I closed my eyes, I remembered the old tome I had read in my last life, telling me that the vampires' worst fears barring sunlight were curses. The words and intonation were difficult to master, but I'd committed two lines to memory after a long while. Even so, with my mind being a complete mess right now, I couldn't even remember the two lines.

No one else needs to know that the pigs I kept there were not for human consumption but quite the opposite. One thing I've learned over the years is never leave anything behind. A pig will eat every morsel of a human body except for teeth and hair; those can be pulled and shaved elsewhere. Funny that those are the two things mostly used for identification purposes. Teeth can be ground into powder and washed away, and hair, well, you just need to burn that shit.

The Avery sisters had only just taken their seats when Julie glanced at Meryl, then turned toward Gwenyth. “Gwenyth, do you know what joke I heard today?” “What joke?” Gwenyth asked. “There was a pig farmer who raised two sows. He expected the larger one to give birth to piglets, but guess what happened? She secretly ran outside to mate with a wild boar. The worst part was that someone even took pictures. These days, even pigs have indecent photographs. Is that not hilarious?” As Julie finished speaking, her smiling gaze swept over Meryl and Nola.

There were pigs of all sizes in the pen, all fed with a mixture of grass and grains that were grown on the farm. Leaning on the fence, Luna chirped, "Let's count the piggies, Grandma." Connie counted it all with just a glance. "There are seven big ones and eight smaller ones." Pointing at the pigs, Luna counted them one by one slowly. "You're wrong, Grandma. There are only four big piggies and six small piggies."

This pig is easily recognizable as an Oxford Sandy and Black pig," she said. — There is no other breed of pigs. But this particular breed was not introduced into the country until the seventeenth century. "Much later than the Neolithic, then?" - Exactly. Her smile was contagious. — And when you put that together with the priests in the last image… it's obvious. Ruth will throw up when I tell her. You found something... I handed her the book and pointed to the paragraph about Peyton. “They look like nasty people.” She shuddered as she read the page. - Yes. But did you notice what's interesting? They might have a shapeshifter in the family.

Nothing is impossible" the grand commander said landing a horrific punch punch on Drex making him fall from the air "Abracadabra" Claus (the most powerful troll in Romania) enchanted, swaying his hands towards Drex and the fatal five, a very strong rope bonded them together as they move an inch not, they tried resisting but they couldn't, the grand commander sped towards them with a super kick breaking the bond, they fell helplessly on the ground

’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled. ‘Are you okay, Uncle?’ he raised his hand, motioned me to sit. ‘I am fine, it’s just that I forgot the book I was thinking of bringing.’ I looked at him confused. ‘Book?’ he nodded. ‘It is about white wolves. I don’t know how council found that book, but I had seen it once in the library, however, never opened it. I will send it to you after going back, just remind me okay.’ Although we don’t know what is written inside the book I still hope we can find any help from it and a little would be enough for us right now.’ Lilith excused herself, she had been busy with some work leaving me and uncle alone, I was grateful f

I could only feel every bump along the road, but I had no idea where I was being taken. I didn't know how much time had passed before I was dragged out of the car and carried into a room. The door slammed shut, and a man yanked the black bag off my head. The sudden light blinded me for a moment. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that calling this place a room was a generous overstatement. It was a livestock pen. The floor was covered in dry straw. At regular intervals, sturdy wooden poles rose from the ground, and to each pole, a woman was tethered. They were stripped of their clothes, their hair matted and wild, with nothing but thin, sheet-like rags wrapped around their bodies.