Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

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,"

There were rings and necklaces that still adorned the fleshless fingers and necks of their long deceased owners. Cory asked Titan about this as Hayden would not speak to her. According to Titan, after Largo stole each maiden, he would attempt to woo them with song. After he undoubtedly failed to earn their affection, he would tear them to pieces in anger. Cory shivered. She wrapped her arms around Hayden’s waist, nuzzling her nose into the back of his neck. She was pleased to find that he did not push her away. He merely sighed to himself.

I already hated this rouge but knew I couldn’t show it. “I just wanted to try her, see if she was so different from a slut, you know, being Luna and all.” He says, chuckling, and I make the sound of a small laugh. But in red, I want to smash his head in. “What about you,” I asked the other one, but it was the first one who spoke. “Oh, he can’t speak. He lost his tongue defending his pack, and his Alpha threw him out.” He says. I look at the other one again, and he shows me his tongue is gone. I feel sorry for him. He didn’t deserve this.

Morrigan's voice became icy. "Are you trying to threaten me?" She stepped on my hand with force, her voice menacing. "Well, you sure can talk. Let's see if you can still run your mouth after I rip out your tongue." A cold blade was pressed against the root of my tongue as Morrigan hissed, "I'll let you experience the pain of having your tongue torn out. Let's see if you dare to speak carelessly again!" I shook my head frantically, but the sharp blade cut into my mouth, leaving gashes. Blood trickled from the corners of my lips. The searing pain from having my tongue cut made me want to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.

Tribes who taught their people the Old Tongue from generation to generation, never letting it die. Now, it booms as if coming from a speaker, each word clear as day. “Welcome!” the King of the Fae says with a bright smile as he looks at his spectators. “To the Culling!” “The Culling?” Meg whispers, glancing up at me. “Lexa, what is this? Why is he speaking in the Dead Tongue?”

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.”

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.

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.