Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

It had become a pulse for the world. Kaima emerged from the inner sanctum, her spectral form more stable now. The bloomlight had fused with her essence completely, granting her both presence and fragility. “The First Tongue is evolving,” she said. “Iluren’s language now adapts to emotion. It’s rewriting itself with every feeling, every intention. We’re living inside a sentient scripture.” Siran frowned. “Then what happens when someone lies?” Kaima’s voice dimmed. “Reality bends. Temporarily. But the lie never disappears it becomes a dormant pattern. If too many overlap…”

Keeping my eyes on the Horned God, I rise, dusting myself off. That’s when I hear it. Disembodied voices in the wind, some raised in angry hisses, others firm in their position, all of them speaking in the Old Tongue. I curse myself. I should have had Darby give the language to me too. Despite all the unrecognized words that slip by me, one definitely stands out—my name—and each time it’s followed by a word I don’t know. Strategos

I looked down on my fingers only to look up again when Titus cleared his throat. "Stealers are from the word itself, stealer. They steal mates they do not own, they steal happiness, chances, and opportunities, and what curses them was because they steal the fate that the Moon Goddess aimed at." His tongue was filled with bitterness as he said the words. I flinched from how he tried lesser than he sounds. Ohhkay. I'm none of what he had said so I'm not budging over it. But why does he sound bitter all of a sudden? I snapped my head to Seth's when I heard a low growl from him.

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

And then I touched it, and when I did, it burned and hurt and I bled. Now the voices had returned, I was bleeding and shaking in Elijah's arms, and too weak to keep the voices from frustrating me. I couldn't seem to make it stop. It crawled into my bones, repeating the same words over and over again, louder and heavier every time the words were said. "Return what was stolen. Return what was stolen." Like I had ever stolen anything in my life. But retribution for what I didn't steal was the least of my problems. Right then, the hand that still held on the crown piece still burned against my palm, and my head felt like it was being slit right open.

Just then, a sharp breath escaped my lips as a hard slap hit me across my face, the force of it throwing my face to the side as I held on to my cheek~stunned and speechless. The stung. The pain affecting my jaw as I had unexpectedly bitten my tongue with my teeth due to the slap, blood seeping out of my tongue as my eyes got red from the pain. “I guess now you will learn to tame your tongue,” I heard Jaguar snap before me. He was the one who had hit me. “You think you could just go on, blabbering your mouth as much as you want, huh? You better show some respect and co-operate if you would rather not be hit again and again!” He threatened, and I shot my head to him, shooting a hard glare and