Why Was Two Moons Tongue Cut Out Novels & Stories

“Maxton? Is something wrong?” He caught up to her, grabbing her arm. He pulled her into a secluded hollow. “Hey!” Mara protested. “What was that for?” “Were you going to tell me about the full moon festival tonight?” His voice shook with anger. Mara blinked. “It’s harmless. It won’t hurt you.” “Harmless?” Maxton snapped, pacing. “Yesterday the moon dragged memories out of me I didn’t even know I had. I thought only one person killed my mother, but I saw another. Someone else pulled the trigger. Someone orchestrated it.”

“Entire packs were destroyed. Families slaughtered each other. The world ran red with blood as the wolves lost themselves to their animal natures. All because my first child betrayed me.” “What did you do?” I asked, looking up. The moon hung there, full and bright in the sky. I had never known a time when the moon went missing. I hadn’t even heard of such a thing in recorded history, other than the nights of the new moon, when our wolves ran free and wild, but not murderous—because the moon was always there, even if it was briefly hidden. Slowly, she moved her white hair aside, revealing her left breast. There, right above her heart, was a scar like a bite mark in the pearlescent skin. It wa

, Jackson pointed to the two piles of books and scrolls with a brisk jerk of his chin, while hurriedly taking one pile himself. Shay walked over to grab one of the piles left on the table, accidentally knocking down an ancient scroll that unraveled slightly as it hit the floor. Bending down she picked the scroll up, noticing as she did so the image of two moons illuminating the sky and reflecting their perfect spheres over the surface of a crystal clear lake. Confused, she turned to the professor not quite looking at him, still fascinated with the thing in her hands. “The curse of the two moons…but that’s a bedtime story, why would they need this?” Shay blurted out.

“Are you in pain or something?” He shook his head and started using his hands to communicate, giving her a thumbs up before pointing at his mouth and making an ‘X’ with his arms. “Why? What happened? Did someone cut off your tongue?” she asked. Lila let out a force chuckle and spoke for Raphael. “It seems like His Imperial Highness still holds a grudge against him… He gave him some sort of medicine that numbed his tongue. Today’s the second day so it will probably wear out by tomorrow.”

That was a decision made by the Moon Howlers so as to always have a record of their writings… and their hand-writings so that the information provided by our elders would always be effective. I met the Moon Howlers today. After discussing matters regarding the wolves that have gone berserk, I got to know a bit more about our new Lord. He’s diligent and – What the fuck? Where is the rest of it? Squinting at the screen, I noticed that this page had been… torn. Why would they tear it? What did my parents write after this that the Moon Howlers didn’t want to be shown to us… to be known? Were they trying to hide something from us?

“What do yours look like?” Reed and Lucas took off their shirts. It was the only way to see the whole thing. They each had a copy of the moon and wolf that was in the center of my chest surrounded by the leafy vine. The vine then travelled along the back of their shoulders and across the front of their collar bones, then wrapped around the opposite arm down to their wrist. “I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ve never heard of anything like it.” Mona says in amazement. She stepped closer and raised her hand towards Reed’s arm. “May I?” She asked, looking at all three of us.

His eyes were swollen and he looked very thin. "Please write down whatever you want to say." I softly spoke but also kept the knife in my tight clutches. He shook his head again. It took me a few moments to realise that he cannot write either because he is illiterate. So whoever did this to him knew it very well that he couldn't read and write and that person cut Liam's tongue out so that he won't be able to speak again. Clever move. So there is no way he will be able to tell me the things he came to tell me?

I think it was because of his bad mod that the Moon Goddess gave him two mates. Mark checkles.

There is 99% that my understanding of what the moon goddess had hinted that it won't happen if I would cut off the source. Cutting off the source means either a means of stripping them off from their title, becoming a brand new rogue, or throwing them into prison so that they can spend the rest of their lives there. And another means of cutting off the source was to completely kill them off. An evil smile had appeared on my lips as my gaze darkened. There was no way that I would let them off after what they had done to my mate. However, the evil smile on my lips disappeared and blue veins started to throb on my neck and my forehead when I saw the scene had changed.

The scars I remembered from the carnival had barely begun to heal. Now they had been joined by fresh wounds. Long, angry lashes crossed his back from shoulder to waist. Thin silver wires had torn through his skin, leaving deep cuts that were still swollen and red. Some had split open again beneath his clothes, staining the fabric with dried blood. I felt sick. “Moon Goddess…”The words escaped in a whisper. “They did this to you?” He glanced over his shoulder before letting the shirt fall back into place. “I tried to sneak into the fortress and see her. I got caught”