Books In Latin Novels & Stories

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

Elena asked remembering when Laura's grandpa told them about a book like that and they saw that same name on sarah's journal. "Its a Latin word that means 'The book of Death" Bonnie said as she started deciphering the journal. They all wondered what would come out of the journal. . TBC

A volume dated 1465 had pages so fragile, they fluttered from the air stirred by her breath. Each book seemed to hum. Some in Latin. Some in Greek. Some in Italian so old, it might as well have been a spellbook. She paused on a slender blue-bound edition tucked between two thick encyclopedias. Its title was faded to nearly nothing, but the binding was intact. She gently pulled it free, feeling its weight—a delicate but stubborn thing. She opened it, and the scent of dust and pressed flowers met her. Inside the front page, a name had been written in looping calligraphy.

Instead they are told to take out their lexicons while the professor passes out a thick packet of ancient texts that he has copied for them. “Don’t lose them. It’s incredibly time-consuming to make copies of all of that. Now, let’s see how your pronunciation has held up over the break. Page 3 of the packet please. We’ll go around the room. Four lines each.” They read the passage of Icarus’s father preparing him before their escape. Though he hasn’t taken the time to read a Latin passage beyond one of Bright potion recipes in a few years, the familiarity of it all comes back quickly. He gets the gist of each lines. Some words are familiar, but he can’t quite place their meaning. He knows for

He stood and walked to the bed, pulling his woman down beside him for the night. Latin Translations: deo maledicant illum= god damn it/clausa tuo stupri ore= shut your fucking mouth/ amet asinum stercore=boring ass shit/ostende te, tu ignavus-=show yourself, you coward/foeda daemon purgamentum=foul demon garbage/quis ego sum? ego non metus sordida sanguinem angelus=who am i? i have no fear for a dirty blood angel

Then I went in. One room. Stone walls, no windows. A lamp on the central table that flickered twice before it steadied when I turned it on, as though it hadn't been used in some time. Shelves on three sides from floor to ceiling, packed tight with texts that had the particular look of books that had been read seriously, spines worn at the top where hands had pulled them, pages soft from use. I ran my fingers along the nearest shelf. Most were in languages I couldn't read. Old Latin I could manage partially. Something that might have been early Germanic. A script I had no reference for at all. I pulled the Latin texts, four of them, and carried them to the table.

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

She remembered the main reason she was here, to find out how to master her powers and harness them. Deviating from the question she was asked, Lorraine threw a brief glance at the mammoth shelve. "Can you find me a book about the prophecy?" "Right away." Herla flew to the upper part of the shelf. As the spirit went in search of the book, Lorraine settled herself on the bed and waited. In about a minute, a book was flying to her. It was quite too big and was written in Latin. Despite that, she was able to understand Latin, but she wasn't able to read it just yet.

I shifted, reached beneath me, and pulled it out. It was a huge book. The rough texture came from an old scribble—barely legible. My mother’s name was written in bold across the top. “What’s that?” Adrian asked, grabbing it from my hands. “It’s a journal... but I can’t read it. It’s in some weird language,” I said quickly. Adrian flipped through the pages. “It’s all written in Latin. But this could be the clue we’re looking for...” “Shit!” he growled.

Ostana chuckled and pecked her mates cheek, one hand resting lovingly on her small baby bump. "And I call stupid," Emrys deadpanned back before pointing to the word written in dark black ink - Venimus. "Venimus," The word rolling off his tongue beautifully. "It means 'we got' in Latin," "We got?" Ostana chimed in. "Who's we and got what?"