Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

Rena - still concealed - ran towards the man, dagger ready. The man stopped and lifted the tip of the arrow to his tongue. Rena made a choking sound when she saw the man's tongue. He has a forked tongue like that of a snake; its surface was full of yellowish acidic liquid; poisonous and unforgiving. The man licked the arrow and the tip boiled in the acidic drool. With his tongue still out, Rena appeared in front of him and sliced off his tongue. Surprised, the man dropped to his knees along with his sliced tongue. He dropped the arrow to the ground and the grasses around it withered and died. The man cried, covering his bloody mouth with his fingers. Rena picked the arrow on the ground and s

Dorin proudly replied, "She knows a lot of things!" "But that doesn't answer anything, does it?" Seb sounded irritated. "Can you at least teach me the words?" he requested. "I’m afraid I don’t know the whole song. As I was told, the song of Phases was handed down through the Ravante family." He looked at Seb and frowned. "You know, my friend Eirian once told me before that Silver Tongues are a dying race, I never thought I would meet one so soon. But he also said that Silver Tongues only spring from the Ravante family, and that the Ravante family is extinct."

"Stolen, renamed, raised to perform loyalty. But not Laurent. Not blood. Not mine." Catherine flinched. The words landed where I intended. We had never spoken it aloud, not in twenty-two years. The secret that bound us, that defined every decision, every preference, every cold glance at the dinner table when Clara demanded attention and Celine sat quiet, waiting. "Don't," Catherine whispered. "Don't say it." "Why not?" I moved to the desk, unlocked the hidden drawer, pulled the leather ledger. "Because you forgot? Because you look at her now and you see the child you raised instead of the child you stole?"

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

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.

no reply came what happened to her did someone hurted my sister no the only family I have now is she only I will protect her at any cost I felt someone opening the sheet I started shouting "you who the hell someone dared to cage me I will kill you" they stopped opening sheet did my tongue slipped oh no why did I miss the wonderful chance of getting to see the world again atleast I can know where I'm na what a loose tongue I'm viri is right I'm a loose tongue I listened a voice "how have you been" how have you been I'm being in hell you dumb fellow let me come out I will poke your face and eat your flesh

The auctioneer was expecting a fervent wave of bids after such an enthusiastic introduction. However, he got the opposite response. Everyone listened to the introduction with great interest, but no one raised their paddle. This made things a little awkward. "The golden tongue is an artifact placed in the mouth of a deceased during burial," Lionel explained as if he were an expert. "The ancient people thought that the gods spoke a different language and that by burying the dead with a golden tongue, they would be able to converse with the gods in the afterlife.

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

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I