Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

Elena looked back at the burning ruins, the sky above glowing red and gold. For the first time, she understood what The Stolen Pride truly meant — not just a legacy lost or a bloodline broken, but the cost of holding on too tightly to something that was never meant to be owned. She whispered into the rising smoke, “We’ll carry it right this time. Not as pride. As truth.” Alessandro wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Together.” She nodded, leaning into him as the fire consumed the past. And somewhere within the blaze, faint and fleeting, she swore she heard Matteo’s voice once more —

She cradled the tiny body, finally realizing the golden life she had been bragging about had been a lie from the start. She calmed down and went quiet. Andre stormed in and slapped her hard across the face. "What did you do? Why was there rejection?" Watching the footage, I put the pieces together. The marrow must not have matched his other child. Andre ripped the lifeless baby from her arms and flung him to the floor. Sienna clawed for air as Andre's hand tightened around her throat. She could only choke. He dragged her off the bed and let her hit the tiles.

—— A few minutes passed and Caroline left, what she didn’t know was that, one of her hair pins, it was exchanged for a microphone. Perfectly crafted to look like a hairpin, it was misleading. I glanced at Luca for a moment, the kids are awake and having dinner. I could barely stomach any food. Luca settled in the living room with his laptop open, watching everything unfold and I settled beside him. The view came from her jacket, we could see the van perfectly. “How does this work?” I whisper.

and froze. He was already dead. Throat slit, eyes wide in surprise. And hanging from his fingers— "A ward token," Isla whispered. A ring. Gold, etched with Luthur runes. "Too easy," Dustin muttered. I didn't like it either. Something was wrong. I reached for the ring. Then everything exploded. A screech tore through the trees. The shadows twisted. And from them... stepped a creature of bone and bramble, eyes burning red and ribs split open like wings.

It hits a tree trunk with a thunk. Wet, choking screams fill the air. “Look away, Mari,” Darragh calls. I can’t. Darragh’s claws snick from his fingers, and in one smooth downward motion, he slices off Lenox’s tongue. It thuds in the dirt. Darragh reaches over, stabs it, and while blood and screams spurt from Lenox’s mouth, Darragh shoves the tongue down his throat. Darragh clamps his hand over the place where his jaw used to be until Lenox is quiet and still.

Emery took a long stride and immediately covered the maidservant's mouth with her hand as she pressed her against the wall. With her sharp gaze and a fake tone of voice, she warned her. "Keep this mouth shut or else, I'll cut your tongue and make sure no word will come from you," she threatened.

Halrik was below, half-lost in whatever visions the trench had forced into his skull. Maya crouched beside her sister. “They used you,” she said quietly. “But I pulled you out.” Sefina blinked, her voice barely above a whisper. “No one ever comes back whole from down there.” “You’re back.” “Am I?” A pause. Then Sefina turned, meeting Maya’s gaze with a clarity that made the air grow colder. “They speak in coral tongues.” Maya didn’t flinch. “What does that mean?” “It means they grow inside you. The voices. The hunger. They don’t just possess—they root. You start speaking with a mouth that isn’t yours. You remember things that never happened. You dream with someone else’s bones.”

The last time I heard that from a wolf, it was a mute wolf. I collected the flashlight from Baba and flashed it directly to his mouth and that was how I go the answer I needed. His tongue was missing. "That's why he couldn't give you an answer. His tongue has been cut off," "That's suspicious," I laughed. "It's clearly suspicious. A well-fed rogue who stinks and also has a tongue missing is the most suspicious thing ever. Whoever is feeding him removed his tongue and sent him here so when he's captured, he'll have nothing to say,"

An unfamiliar discomfort stirred somewhere beneath my ribs. I buried it quickly. “Some of these texts were written in the Old Tongue. I have little doubt that Orrosta is an Old Tongue word as well,” I continued evenly. “Very few people are still capable of interpreting it correctly. Fragments like these are easy to misread, especially after centuries of damage and careless copying.” Scarlett lifted her head, a fragile spark of hope returning to her eyes. “People like who?” I regarded her in silence for a moment before answering.

She gently kissed his forehead and it woke him up. “Solenn!” Caleb quickly sat up and hugged her. “Caleb, I want something. I need to unleash the stolen tongues.” She whispered. “What? Now?” She nodded. “I don’t have time.” She quickly slipped off from bed and Caleb quickly followed her. “Get me pigs. I need a pig tongue. I want the pigs that are marked for slaughtering.” “Oh,” Caleb was puzzled. “I think I can ask the Queen.” “Yes, please. The wedding is in a few days. I need to unleash all of it.”