Romans & histoires Stolen Tongues

a beta whispers from the front table. "Maybe Amara’s tongue spoke the absolute truth after all," another rogue mutters. "The silver-threaded tunic and the ten-billion-resource chain were stolen from the Adebayo vaults, and now the great warlord has come in person to tear Rapha’s flesh apart for his deception."

Back then, my pride couldn't handle even the smallest bruise, so I shot back, "I'm just playing with her." Selena sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then, she added, "I asked that deaf-o for answers on the last test, but she pretended not to hear. Since she wants to act deaf, let's make sure she can't hear at all. Jon, if you take her cochlear implants, then I'll believe you're not serious about her." Looking back, I realized just how foolish I was. I actually stole Madeline's cochlear implants and threw them away. Regret washed over me when I saw the confusion in her eyes and the desperation on her parents' faces as they knelt before everyone. But I didn't know how to confess my wrongdoing

The Stork language was considered the language of love apart from being the language of diplomacy and erudition. “As soon as I had said it, the Everlite switches were thrown and I realized I was in the middle of a gym-sized room with a whole crowd of Ice-nins and Jock-nins laughing at me. Worse, I saw, even as my head spun, Lorelei laughing with them. I wished right then and there I had the power of the brown Slayers and could make the earth crack open and swallow me whole. “A Jock-nin named Alrik executed a Touketsujutsu and froze me to the spot, preserving my greatest moment of shame and the pitiful expression on my face.”

His body shook in rhythm with the blood flowing out of his mouth. Pain gushed through his body. Lucas was standing by a side, holding a tongue. He brought it to his view and gazed at it discriminatively. This was never expected. He knew the next words that would come out of this man's mouth would be what he would hate why not sever the main organ used for speech instead, which was the tongue? Lucas gazed at it more and summoned fire from the Underworld, engulfing the tongue whole and burning it down to crimps.

Amelie joined our hands. “This might hurt,” she warned. “Everything lately can hurt,” I replied. She let out a brief, sad laugh, then began to sing. I didn’t understand the language. It wasn’t a werewolf, or human, or the crystalline tone of the fairies. It was an ancient tongue, rooted in the earth and the throat, a language that seemed to have been invented before anyone decided that words had to be beautiful. The mark on the back of my neck grew warm, Arsel squeezed my hand, and the oath glowed.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

Lisa froze. All this time she'd been altering the dress, and she hadn't even noticed the chip hidden inside. The boutique manager was even paler, wiping cold sweat from his face as panic set in. But Lisa still wouldn't admit defeat. "It's a lie! She wanted to steal my dress. She planted the chip in there! If not, how come the boutique staff never found it after all their alterations? She came, and suddenly it's here—there's clearly something suspicious!" The manager, terrified of offending anyone but afraid of being implicated himself, quickly sided with Lisa.

Lines curving and interweaving into patterns that hurt to look at for too long, as if the eye tried to follow them but the mind refused to process them. “Dark Tongue,” Silas said, dropping to his knees at the base of the altar, eyes wide behind his glasses. “All of this is written in Dark Tongue. Alaric, this is… this is possibly the most extensive text in this language that exists in the world. The fragments we have in the royal library are loose pages compared to this.” He took off his glasses. Cleaned them. Put them back on. Took them off again. The universal sign that Silas was about to lose his academic composure.

My voice cracks with fury. I draw my dagger, the silver gleaming under the pale light. He sees it. He shakes his head, bloodied lips trembling. “Please—no—please, I’ll do better—I’ll—” “You don’t get to speak to her,” I say softly. Then I shove the blade into his mouth. He gags. And with one clean slice, I take his tongue. The scream that follows is wet and gurgling. He thrashes, body twitching, blood pouring from his mouth like a fountain of guilt.