Booktok Language Novels & Stories

It was sent to me, darling, to give to you when the time is right. Macky looked surprised. "You speak the language? The paperwork says it’s some obscure Western European dialect and doesn’t make any promises on the translation." Woah! That was her realm’s language. "I don’t need a translation." She already knew the story by heart. Pulse thrumming, she reached for the book. The shopkeeper hooked the box with a spindly finger and tugged it back an inch. "You going to buy it?" Her plastic was on the counter before she was even aware of having made the decision. More, she didn’t yank it back when Macky two-fingered it, even though her smarter self was inwardly screeching that they hadn’t talked

Is all I said to her and shrugged, should I just tell her that I’m a polyglot? It’s also amazing that the books here have the same writings as we had on Earth. May once told me that there’s a book that she couldn’t understand because it is in ancient language. It turns out that it has the same writing style as the English alphabet on Earth. Also, she introduced me to a book of herbs that was written in another language, and that language is Baybayin. I'm so lucky to have learned this in my past life. May was so shocked that I can transcribe the books that even her mother couldn’t.

My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories. I couldn’t help but ask “do you like reading books too? I read almost all the time” Robert smiled and nodded before I asked his thoughts on a variety of books for the rest of the time I was there. The night sadly had to come to an end, I wasn’t allowed to pay for my dinner, Roberts said it’s his birthday and he get’s to do what he wants that includes paying for my dinner, I accepted with a small smile, well at least I won’t starve this week.

The bookshelves were neatly arranged with various books, some in human characters, while others were in a language I could not read. Noah pulled a few books off the shelf and walked over to me. "This is the Blood language, which is what humans call the vampire language, and it would be good for you to know a little bit of the Blood language when you are with me." Noah said, then went to a sofa chair and sat down. I stood by and looked at the book in his hand, which had words on it, none of which I recognized. There was not even a spelling method either. "Sit over here."

He said pointing at the tiny words and numbers on the book. I stared hard at it, not making anything out of what was written there. "Is this supposed to be English?" I asked him. "Actually, no." He said. I know it because even the numbers seemed strange. "Then what is it?" I asked him. "An old elven language. Back then, only secret members were allowed to become librarians. This way if someone sneaks in, they would waste time searching until they get caught." He said to me, "Like both of us." I muttered.

“Unlike his unhinged brother, Yaro has always been kind and friendly. He’s better-mannered, more pleasant, more interesting—not like that rude bastard who happens to be his twin!” “Well, if you’re that sure…” I didn’t argue. Yaro really is a good guy. We spent the rest of the evening gossiping, but eventually it got boring, and I asked for a book to read before bed. It was unpleasant to discover that I couldn’t read their books. I understood spoken language thanks to the aktukha fruit, but the written symbols were an impenetrable, wild forest to me. I felt completely illiterate. Closing the book, I decided to go to bed early—the day had been exhausting, and I’d woken up very early.

But from the look on his face, it wasn’t good. “It was not your fault. And besides, you were right about getting to know the pack members. I met one that has a similar likeness to mine.” “And here I thought you were one of a kind.” I chucked, “I thought the same.” “I was just looking through the book. How do you even understand the writing?” “The book belongs to my pack. Where I actually came from. Only the people from the pack could understand the writing.” Vixxen raised an eyebrow, flipping through the pages again. “So, let me get this straight. Your old pack had their own secret language? Your pack is really cryptic and dramatic.”

" She said, I thought about what she said, the pros and cons of me giving the book to her and then handing it over to her father. There are secrets the book contained that no one knew, not even mere hunter's could understand what it means because it was written in a different language. What could a mere human do? I looked at Eden, who waited for my response, but I had a question I wanted to ask, "Why did you take the book?" I asked gently, my voice calm and reassuring.

I point out. “Minor details.” She snorts. I watch as she continues searching through all the books, spells, and incantations we stole from Shade. It all looks like it is written in some weird language. I have no idea which language, but it’s weird. I asked her if she recognized the language, but she said no. Great now we have to find someone who can read this shit. “We are going to have to find a witch. I think it is the language that the magic community uses to keep things hidden from humans.” She states.