Why Was Two Moons Tongue Cut Out Novels & Stories

When he didn’t continue, she frowned. “Are you going to explain that or am I supposed to figure it out myself?” Kael rubbed the back of his neck. For some reason discussing Hollowfangs was easier than this conversation. “Mates are…” He paused. Nova smirked. “Wow. This is actually making you uncomfortable.” “It isn’t.” “It is.” “It isn’t.” “It really is.” Kael shot her a look. Unfortunately, she was smiling now. The traitor. Finally, he sighed. “Mates are two people connected by the Moon.”

A new beginning. It feels like a death sentence. I look down at the severed tattoo on my ribs. I’m so close to breaking free. The magic is weakening. I’ve been planning my exit strategy, plotting how to untangle myself from Madilyn’s web. Now I’m caught in her web even more than before. I can’t abandon a pregnant female. I can’t reject the mother of my child, especially one fragile enough to slice her own wrists. "Does she know?" I ask. "No. She never regained consciousness."

Moon's smirk deepened as he shook his head. Moon dug his claws in King Austin's heart, mushing his heart like a mashed potato within his chest. Moon turned his hand within king Austin's chest. He dragged his claws upwards. With the long and sharp claws Moon had, he sliced through king Austin's ribs, then his collar bone, and all the way to his skull.

“Because I seriously don’t want to.” Moon tongued the gash in his lip where earlier I’d bitten him. He vibrated with tension but he still moved his head. “Nay, I’m ready. Willing and seriously enthusiastic.” I swiped his hip, but circled his nipple with my tongue, which had already peaked in the cold. Had Moon ever been touched like this?

"The punishment for a false accusation of that nature, under current Moon Law as interpreted by the Elder council, is ritual silencing." I looked at him. "They removed her tongue, sir," he said, with the flat precision of a man delivering a fact he found repugnant and was not going to dress in softer language. "In front of the pack. As formal punishment for the accusation." Knox made no sound. I said nothing.

I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first. --- A blinding light burst from the hands of the Moon Goddess.

The realization hit me hard when it hit me that the noises that woke me up were guards coming for us to take us to the court so the breaking of our bond can be done. Pressing my palm over my fast-beating heart, I made myself take deep breaths in hopes to manage to calm down. I looked over at Marcus who went to the cell door, trying to see better who was coming. I couldn’t believe this was our last moments that we are connected to, to feel this powerful pull of our bond that tied us together. A gift given by the Moon Goddess was soon to be a gift that is taken away from us. I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stay in, not wanting them to see me breaking down. Wanting to be brave for myself

"If Anaya had a problem with her throat or vocal cords, she could still talk once she had received treatment. But, Mango remembered very clearly that Anaya and her sister lost the ability to speak because the club members cruelly cut off their tongues. How could they talk now?" "However, Anaya did not want to explain." "Meanwhile, Denver glanced at her. Just as he was about to say something to Mango, he heard Tristan, who was standing behind them, whisper, ""She must have done a small operation on the vocal cords. I'm sure they installed something on there to emit sounds when the air currents vibrate. Therefore, even though she doesn't have a tongue, she can still express her words clearly.

“You don’t deserve a tongue.” Then, without warning, I reached in and cut. His body jerked violently as blood exploded from his mouth. The sound of flesh tearing filled the room. Screams tore from his throat—wet and raw. I stood, panting, clutching the slick piece of muscle between the blades of the scissors. Blood soaked the floor, pooling around him. “Put it in ice,” I said to the ginger guard, tossing him the tongue like trash. “Transparent case.” He moved without question.

On the screen, Lyralei's face looked twisted and ugly as she crouched in front of Moonlet. "Moonlet, you can't let that bitch Rowena steal Mommy's place," she hissed. "If she stays, you'll become a pup without a mother. Do you understand?" Moonlet nodded obediently and said sweetly, "Mommy, I know what to do. Don't worry." The footage changed to the second floor corridor. Garrick stared at the screen, frozen. He watched Moonlet scream filthy insults at Rowena. Then she pulled out a dagger and slashed her own arm.