Why Was Two Moons Tongue Cut Out Novels & Stories

​Recovery is a lie we tell ourselves so we don't have to admit we’re still breaking. ​The palace of the Silver Moon was quiet, but it was the silence of a held breath. I sat in a copper tub filled with steaming water and crushed lavender, scrubbing at the dried black ichor that seemed to have stained my very soul. My hand—the one I had sliced to save Liam—was a mess of puckered, pink scar tissue. The Moonstone ring was gone, leaving a pale, empty circle on my finger that felt heavier than the gem ever had.

We head to the underground cells where the two rogues they captured are located to get some answers. "I have been working on breaking them sense we brought them down here. Unfortunately, they aren't budging. One even bit off his own tongue to keep from talking as soon as he woke up from the wolfsbane and nightshade we had dosed them with. I tore out the teeth of the other one so he couldn't do the same. I thought of disposing of the tongue-less one, but thought you would like to do the honors." Trev explains as we descend the stairs and walk into the hallway. The warriors have put the rogues into two seperate cells located on opposite sides of the small prison we have here. The only way they

His body shook in rhythm with the blood flowing out of his mouth. Pain gushed through his body. Lucas was standing by a side, holding a tongue. He brought it to his view and gazed at it discriminatively. This was never expected. He knew the next words that would come out of this man's mouth would be what he would hate why not sever the main organ used for speech instead, which was the tongue? Lucas gazed at it more and summoned fire from the Underworld, engulfing the tongue whole and burning it down to crimps.

The scandal had spread to all the packs and we became people's laughingstock. I only knew that Luna was not my real mother, I only knew that she was vicious and selfish, but I did not realize that she had been cheating on my father. My father did not kill Luna, but cut out her tongue so she could never speak again. Not surprisingly, my father did not care that his wife was having an affair, he only cared that she was spreading this disgraceful news. I only felt regret and surprise that this happened. But I did not feel sad. Perhaps it was because I had known for a long time that Luna was not my real mother, and I had no attachment or fondness for her. Whether she cheated with someone else or

A sickening realization hits me—her tongue has been cut out. Gasping, I meet Magnus’ fleeting gaze. “What happened?” he rasps. Gulping hard, I find my voice. “She can’t speak. They cut out her tongue.” His eyes shut in anger, jaw clenching. “Let this be quick,” he whispers.

"Good. Three years mute and the second she gets her voice back, she takes them down. The Moon Goddess sees everything." Across the plaza, the screen kept playing Daybreak. My voice rolled over all of it. Clean. Clear. A blade splitting the night sky. THE END

The massive gates creaked open. Moon walked in with Rain on his back. Atam and the others followed in the carriages. Without delay, Moon rushed toward his section. Vegas and his mother followed, alongside Captain Caleb, Atam, and Malov...but they were all locked outside. Inside the dim, cold room, Moon placed Rain on the bed. Without thinking, he bit down on his neck. Blood flowed. Using his claws, he cut his palm and let his blood drip into the bite mark. "Please…" he begged, his vision blurring.

"He has been dead for six months. We aren't here to hurt you." The rogue blinks, the manic gold in his eyes violently stuttering. "Dead?" "He's telling the truth," Mara steps forward. She doesn't draw her weapon. Instead, she steps directly into the beam of my flashlight, tilting her chin up to expose the horrific, jagged scar on her neck. "Cassian's traps did this to me. But Blood Moon killed him. We are clearing this territory." The rogue stares at Mara’s scar. The heavy, desperate tension radiating from him suddenly breaks. His half-shifted claws retract into trembling human fingers. His knees buckle slightly, and he falls back against the heavy pantry door, letting out a ragged, sobbing

"I don't think one person can do this alone!" "Let's do it!" Two survivors immediately drew razor-sharp blades. Gritting their teeth, they rushed toward the creature. The monster hissed violently. Its enormous tongue lashed through the air like a venomous whip. SLASH! GROOOAAARRR! A painful shriek escaped the monster's mouth. The silver blades had pierced deep into its tongue. Unfortunately, the tongue was far tougher than they had expected. Despite their combined efforts, they were unable to sever it completely.

Why would he be inflicting me with so much pain when all I did was just as a harmless question? He pulled out the dagger immediately and licked off the blood on it. Well, he is also a blood sucker. I guess I’ve gotten myself in a big mess. “Please sir, I’m sorry” the maiden he tied up begged for her life. But he paid a deaf ear to her pleas. He took the dagger in his right hand and immediately pushed it in through her throat. He laughed sarcastically and pulled out the dagger immediately. I couldn’t bear the sight anymore as I turned away immediately and vomited on the floor.