Stolen Tongues Book Novels & Stories

“Can you explain what that means?” Leander nods his head at Tobias. “The book is written in an ancient language that was impossible to read. When Lorcan showed me the book, I couldn’t figure it out. However, Lorcan could read that book because the language he saw was English. “It didn’t make sense to me, but to him, it did. Lorcan hid that book away, and none of us has thought about it in years. As soon as Lilly fell into a deep sleep, Luther and Lorcan began talking. Lorcan knew that he needed to get back to Dalgaard Mansion to retrieve that book. Lorcan is probably smarter than anyone I have ever known, and he knew just what to do.”

The moment between Stefan and her was making me uncomfortable, I don't why, but I think I might be jealous, but why would I, maybe it's one of her tricks. “You led us here, so we can find the lost book of prophecies,” Stefan added. “Lost? I wouldn't say that... More like— stolen,” “Who stole it?” Damon inquired. “I did,” she bragged. I was still discovering about Hell, so all if this is still new to me, all I could do was listen and learn, Everyone seems to have forgotten what happened five minutes ago, but I was still traumatized, I almost kill them. “Why?”

And neither of them dared to talk as if they knew that if they start speaking, it would only lead to yelling at each other. But the very first one to give up in their wordless fight was King Lawson. It was just that at the back of his mind, there was a lingering fear telling him to look away or else he will fall deep into the dark eyes of the queen. It was a feeling he was not used to. Thus, he let go of the scroll and proposed a deal. “Fine, you want the key? Then, tell me the real reason why you left the palace. Tell me where you went, what you did, and who you met,” the king stated as calmly as he could.

“I warned you all! I will not be second-guessed! My word is law! And yet three times this pathetic man pushed against it – an offense for which he will pay with his insolent tongue!” Horror presses me back against my throne as Mahl presses his fingers raw into the ambassador’s mouth. The man screams as Mahl presses down, forcing his jaw open. His mouth spreads too wide. The sickening crack of bones and teeth sounds in the room the moment before Mahl reaches inside the gaping, bloody hole and seizes the tongue, ripping it out. Screams erupt in the room and I whimper, terror seizing me, making it impossible to move. People scatter, Vendans rushing forward to pull their ambassador away. Mahl le

came a voice from the tent flap. I looked up__the Seer had returned. she wasn’t alone. With her was a stranger, hooded, limping slightly, his skin marked with metals that shimmered faintly under moonlight. His eyes were hollow but when he looked at the scroll, they filled with recognition. “I know that language,” he said. “It’s the Celestial Tongue.” Finnick stiffened. “Impossible. That language is extinct, lost.” “Not lost,” the man said, kneeling. “Buried, hidden. It’s the tongue of the Watchers. The speech of judgment. It’s what they use to bind fate into flesh.”

She sang the last word, leaning against the shelf dramatically. Elias smirked, finally glancing over his shoulder. “Or really high,” he said smoothly, raising a brow before returning his attention to the books. He finally came to a stop in front of a weathered section labeled The Great Purge, his fingers brushing over the gold-lettered spines. Lyra noticed how careful he was with the books. It was annoyingly endearing. He pulled out a particularly massive tome, and Lyra's eyes widened. “Wow,” she said. “That’s big. We have to read all of that?”

One long, hard suck and then he swirled, earned every wet drop on his tongue and drank it-the sound obscene in the still air. Claire tilted her head back and moaned-not loud enough to echo through the library, but loud enough to shake her own bones. The call numbers on the spines blurred as emotion overtook her. No time for books. This was now audible. Her skirt had ridden up over her ass. His tongue dipped deeper, then rose again in filthy circles, working rhythm like a chant. He alternated slow, deep laps with fast stabs of the tip of his tongue, over and over, pinned tender and open above that stool.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

You read the records while you organised the books. ‘I can’t resist.’ I tried on a huge, innocent smile to beg for forgiveness and the handsome beast’s gaze darkened a shade. ‘What else did you get from your reading?’ I swallowed hard and clapped the crumbs of my hands. ‘Something that didn’t add up to what I got from my family’s records.’ Ralph raised a brow. ‘The theft?’

She whispered again and I replied to her with a simple yes while awkwardly hugging her, trying not to give out our conversation to the man with the gun sitting behind the wheel, in front of us. Minutes later we arrived at an abandoned warehousing complex, he parked the car and told us to get out. But before I even get out Jill pretend to trip and out of nowhere pulled a knife and stabbed the guy to his gut. He didn't see it coming and he slumped to his back his head hit the cement hard. The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still.