Books In Latin Novels & Stories

“Actually….I didn't… well I haven't.” “You haven't what?” The title I couldn't read it, it wasn't very clear,” I said hoping I was right, it was an old book after all and there was no title on the thick back so maybe it had faded. “Really? Let me see,” he said, stretching his hand towards me. I handed him the book and he opened it to the front page. “Ooh! La Divina Commedia, it's an Italian classic…how couldn't you read this? It's very clear,” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Soon she was at her destination, it was an underground library, with more books than the one upstairs. "Vincula." She whispered in Latin, books came off the shelf going to her, gracefully. Lilith took them from the sky, placing them on the table in front of her. They were in Latin, luckily. Looking over them she found, the book, that could explain everything. She opened it and began reading. Bonds: Celestial & Demonic By: Omar Bernard -

He moved closer and arched down to pick the book up. "Diarium meum, mea vita," Scott mumbled, reading the only two words written on the cover. He knows it's in Latin, but he doesn't have any idea what it means. He's still in war with his mind to whether open it up or not or find a way to bring it back with him. "Oh," his lips parted when a table and a stool appeared in front of him. Suddenly, he had decided that it is already a sign from the heavens for him to inspect the book. Scott gently placed the lantern on the table, cautious enough not to create any sound.

Elder Albert translated from behind and the Alphas parted to allow him through and when Max turned the cover of the book the first thing they saw was a loose paper. “Journal and scrolls of Royal law were all scribed in Latin and later translated to various languages around the world, Back then- as English is now, Latin was the highest form language of the land. According to the time stamp on this book, it was amongst the last pieces written into Lycan law.” The elder looked around.

Most are in Latin, and I know I’m not going to get lucky enough to find a big, fat book conveniently titled The Idiot’s Guide to Opening and then Closing the Gates of Hell. “Try this one.” I point to a large, leather-bound tome. Alice grabs it and we crouch down on the floor as she flips through it. “I don’t know Latin very well yet,” she says apologetically. “Don’t feel bad. I still don’t know it as well as I should. Though I do have a friend who’s fluent.” Lucas could read through this thing pretty fast too. “What am I looking for?” Alice asks as she flips another page.

“Lucas, what’s that? I asked, pointing a finger at a path, covered by overgrown ivy. We moved towards it, drawn by curiosity. “I never knew this was here,” he murmured, his brows furrowed. “It’s like a hidden path. But where does it lead to? I asked. He grinned, a flicker of mischief in his eyes “ Do you want to find out?” He asked, his eyes begging for me to concur. I obviously couldn’t say no to that face, so I nodded. Pushing off the ivy away, the path led to further darkness and chills that made the hair on our skin rise. We went further into the unknown till we found a door. Lucas pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The musty smell of old paper and dust filled our nostrils. We

She didn't know if it was the different, larger size that made her choose it or it was because of the fact that it was not written in English like the others, it was written in latin. " Nolite tangere," she read out, which meant ' do not touch'. Like a lazy student would, she had opened the book by its middle and not by it's first page and that latin phrase was what she first saw. It wasn't written boldly on the page but one could immediately see it once he or she opens the page. She learnt several languages back in town because of the diversity of people where she lived so she could easily read latin. Estelle ignored the warning and shoved through the pages, her eyes staring intently as she

“Am so sorry, I still have a bit of a problem controlling my powers.” Oh, really, it wasn’t obvious. “It's fine.” I swallow dryly and pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. Tilting my head curiously, I study it. It’s bound with a thick kind of leather strap and though the pages are worn out and they smell a little stale, the ink is still very visible. I turn the book over in my hands and read the Latin words on the peeling hardcover. “The Genetics of Elemental’s.” The book is snatched from my hand before I could even ask what it is about and I glance up in surprise to see how pale she’s gotten. “You read Lat-Latin?”

Fond and a small note in tight script stating, “See Roman and Gaulish records for more detail.” He folded the chart up and was about to put it back, when he spotted a small book in the back that had been previously hidden by a pile of money. He snagged it out. It was ancient, hand bound by a long dead craftsman. The pages were not paper, but vellum—the membrane of skin from a calf, soaked in lime and stretched to make it useful to write on. A process not used beyond the Middle Ages. There was no title, just a series of chapters written with a calligraphic hand. A leather bookmark, attached to the cover by a thin thread, was set to a chapter named Vita Beato Fond and a hand drawn picture of a

They were priceless. Caitlin turned page after page, fingering the goldleaf, the beautiful illustrations, and reading closely the elaborate penmanship. It was in Latin, but Caitlin understood it. The book was about lost places. Caitlin read and read, and unlike the other books, it was riveting. She became intrigued. Her heart started beating faster, as she finally began to feel like she was onto something.