Stolen Tongues Book Novels & Stories

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and he could only lower his head in helplessness. A man who once powerfully dominated others now lacked even the courage to lift his eyes and face Don Conway. Mother could no longer hold herself up and collapsed onto the floor, letting out a cry of despair. Lastly, there was the diary. Don Conway took it and casually flipped through a few pages. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He closed the diary, and while looking at the pitiable people before him, he slowly said, "A stolen gun, and a stolen life… The Shaws are quite entertaining."

Voices echoed in tandem with the text. > “The Sovereign rose from betrayal, Wreathed in salt and silence. Its mouth was torn away— For the voice was never meant to be heard.” > “We, the Tide-Forsaken, swore no tongues And drowned our names willingly.” > “But the world forgot, And silence unravels When remembered by blood.” Maya closed the book. “It's not just scripture,” she said. “It’s a key. A map. And a weapon.” She turned to Sefina.

They went through the top of her mouth into the nerves of her tongue and they started to pull her backward through her mouth into a part of the story that had not been written yet. The voice that spoke was not Thorne’s voice. It was not the Second Queen’s voice. It was Leo’s voice. It was coming from a page in a book that had already been destroyed. "The changes have been rejected by the buyer, sister " Leo’s voice whispered from inside Elara’s throat. "Now see what the author does with the chisel."

Lloyd leaned forward to peer at the title, shimmering in gold in the candlelight. "The Hidden and the Unseen," he read aloud, taking the weighty book in hand. "At least it's in English. My language skills aren't the best." "You'll learn. Amazing what you can pick up." Nathaniel looked thoughtful. "I can help you with a few. But don't mess me about or you might end up with your tongue out and having to write down what you find. I don't like repeating myself all the time." Once was somewhat understandable, twice was annoying and any more than that was completely unacceptable.

and healthy. "Uhmm... She is good for breeding." One of the creatures approached her and said, "We will leave your mother alone if you promise to do everything we say." "I... I promise," Miri said with a trembling voice. "Then you will swallow my tongue. Stand up!" Miri stood up shivering with fear as the invader extruded his long, flexible tongue. Miri had witnessed how the creature shoved the tentacle deep into her mother's throat a moment ago and now it was her turn. "Gods help me... It is so long!!" "Open your mouth, female!" Miri opened her mouth hesitantly as the appendage approached her face. Her lips were quivering but she believed that there was no other way to save her mother. She

Some were made of leather, others of scales, and some in what might have been human skin. In the center, a pool of black water reflected no light. “The Library of Things That Were,” the ghost announced. “Every book here tells of the old agreement, the first prophecies. The Bridge especially.” Tamara moved to the nearest shelf. The books whispered as she passed, like they recognized her. “This one,” the ghost said, pulling out a book that looked like a piece of the night sky. “Start here.” Tamara opened it. The words weren't English. Weren't any language she knew. But she understood them.

he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Elaina joined him too, sitting by his side and he continued translating what every line said: “Goddess of fire, who first breathed heat into stone, Sharpen our fangs and temper our wings. Let your fire burn fear from our hearts, And turn our enemies to ash before your light” After sometime, Drake paused when a thought struck him and he turned to Elaina and said, “Elaina, I think this book was stolen from your mother's possession” Elaina was perplexed and couldn't resist asking, “You think so? What made you draw such a conclusion?”

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

My tongue flicked out, tasting fear, metal, sweat. I smiled wider. The ceiling welcomed me. I moved upward without effort, claws gripping silently as I blended into the shadows, becoming part of the dark itself. Below, the front door creaked open. Footsteps. Careful. Cautious. Too slow. The first man crossed the threshold. I struck. My tongue snapped forward, fast and precise, sinking into him before he could draw a breath. His body locked instantly, eyes wide with terror as paralysis took hold. He hit the floor without a sound.

Roger fumed. “Shut the hell up, little spider. I’ll make sure I deal with you absolutely . "I did the foundational concepts. I gave you the exceptional back-up you needed it. When you couldn’t get through, I showed up and even sent my boys; four- of- them to protect you. Have you forgotten? You are the coward I never expected to betray me,” Luca screamed." “Don’t even!” Roger screamed back. I frowned sadly with my face lit with shock and surprise.