Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

“Guess I’m your guy today.” Alright. I blinked at him, a bit startled. My throat ached a bit from the lack of water, and the words stuck. It had been so long since someone had spoken to me directly. The man cocked his head. “Cat got your tongue? No pun intended.” Yeah, original joke. I felt the urge to roll my eyes and cuss the asshole out. I couldn't hold do that so I allowed my eyes to study the man. He was careless. That much had always been obvious.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

“I’m not sure what to do with it. I was just about to call Talen.” Cameron and Heath exchanged a look. Tyler was shaken, Cameron realized, and wondered what was in the box that had upset him so much. He crowded Heath into the sink, watching over his mate’s shoulder as Heath used a butter knife to lift the flaps. Inside the box was a slab of meat with a note pinned to it, with “Hold your tongue or lose it” written in black. It took Cameron a moment to realize that the meat was a tongue. “Slightly scary, right?” Tyler said breathlessly. “Is it human?”

Dad said, "Use it to buy your brother reference books. He needs them. You're smart, and you don't need them." Three days before the SAT test, they even locked me in my room so I wouldn't take it. It was Daniel who stole the key in the middle of the night and let me out. Now that I got in, they wanted to take my college spot too. Daniel suddenly looked up and ran toward the cellar in the backyard. "I'm going to ask Caleb. If he doesn't agree, I won't go!" Mom grabbed him. Dad pressed hard on his shoulders. "You ungrateful child!"

The sheer conviction in his tone made my blood run completely cold with a dizzying mixture of sheer terror and wild, forbidden, intoxicating thrill. "You are done shrinking," Julian whispered against my trembling lips, his thumbs tracing my scars one final, reverent time. "You are done hiding. Because you are mine now."

he said, and then he jammed his tongue inside mine. I gave a sound of rage, but the vamp’s grip was too strong. He moaned as his tongue explored the caverns of my mouth, and I tried desperately to pull away. I bit down on his tongue, hard. He squealed in pain. I tasted his disgusting blood, and I spat out the severed tip of his tongue. His grip loosened just for a moment, but the rotting taste of his blood made me double over and heave on the ground.

And in his voice I heard something I wasn’t ready to believe Hope --- We crossed the gorge by nightfall and found the old ruins buried in vines The temple Not built Grown Out of grief Out of bone My flame dimmed the moment I stepped inside And something deeper woke up Soren whispered behind me “We’re being watched” But I didn’t need the warning Because the door ahead opened without touch And a voice echoed through the chamber “Elixir child of stolen blood forged in fire unclaimed by fate You have returned” I raised my hand fire curling around my fingers

When I look back, my breath catches at what I see. Miles has broken free from Yuri and is running towards our retreating car. Lorena increases the speed and I see Miles's form crumple to his knees. "Rhea!" he roars, and his voice echoes through the night. Then he is gone, swallowed by the darkness as the car speeds away. MILES' POV 'Fool' Titan, my wolf, growls in my head. 'Foolish, foolish, foolish, foolish, Miles!' 'Shut the fuck up!' I snarl at him and he goes quiet.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.