Booktok Language Novels & Stories

We all turned to Marie. "Marie, what does it say? ", asked Bruce. "The book of the Dragons," she replied. I knew it was really that, or she just knew how to read this Page. "What is this language, Marle? ", asked Louis, looking at the book, pulse her. "It's Latin, guys. What does it look like to you? I wrote the words for her on a piece of paper. I then handed it to her, she looked at him and gave us a confused look.

I asked, looking up at him. He looked at the pages of the book in concentration while I looked at him. I wondered what must be going through his mind as does his work. I lost my initial train of thought and found myself thinking about the last time we were together alone. The kiss we shared and how it made me feel. I imagined we would do it again this time on the kitchen counter when I heard him say something. “I'm sorry what?” I said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. “It's the Theban alphabet. It's basically Latin but from an ancient script for witches” he said passively.

Lila silently scoffed when she heard te magic phrase tacked onto the end, and instantly did not believe that the people, who transplanted human flesh cooking devices into the backs of their prisoners, would not hurt her and would not attempt to hack into her body with a meat cleaver to quarter her if she immediately came out. "I AM THE TRANSLATOR AI THAT ALLOWS US TO COMMUNICATE. IF ENGLISH 21ST CENTURY IS NOT THE LANGUAGE THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, THEN OTHER LANGUAGES MAY BE USED. WE UNDERSTAND THAT ENGLISH IS NOT THE MOST POPULAR LANGUAGE ON THE PLANET, BUT WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT IT IS AN INTERNATIONAL STANDARD LANGUAGE," the voice went onto the say.

I asked, my confusion evident in my voice. Kaleb ignored my question, his eyes scanning the contents of the box with an intensity that made me feel like I was missing something. He handed me one of the books, his fingers brushing against mine. "What does it say?" he asked, pointing to the letters etched into the cover. I took the book, feeling a strange tingling sensation in my fingers. The letters were in Latin, and I struggled to translate them into English. Finally, I looked up at Kaleb, my eyes meeting his.

She nods in understanding and begins to flip through a giant book she brought with her. “That’s… a lot of different translations.” I say as I think outloud. “Oh that’s totally fine, I am just looking for the base language, most likely latin, and then I will do most of my translation in the language they all have in common.” Scarlyt answers absentmindedly. “Wait, no one speaks latin,” Oryn says.

I fell to my knees right where I was, in the hallway in front of my room and pulled out the book. The roots were gone. I blinked, scanning the book on both sides. The roots clutching the pages from every side were gone, making it look like a normal book. Did I pick up the wrong book or something? But looking at the strange languaged title I was relieved it was the right book. But where did the roots go? Or was I imagining them entirely before? Shaking my head, I turned the cover, and pages written in that strange language came to sight. Peculiar symbols like the moon, wolf heads and many others occupied most of the pages.

Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up. Standing before the compartment, Jake stared at it for a while before deciding to open it. He took out the book and observed the upside-down pentacle again. There were small weird markings around the circle this time. It was like the book was evolving. He flipped open the cover and his eyes set on the markings all over the first two pages. What kind of language was that? He had even done some research the previous night about ancient languages like Sumerian and Mayan but nothing resembled that of the book.

“Anything you have.” Her brows knitted together, but she nodded, disappearing into the stacks. When she returned, she placed three ancient-looking books on a table. The covers were cracked, and the pages smelled wet, but I didn’t care as long as I could get the information I needed. I flipped through one of the books, my fingers stopping on a page filled with strange symbols in a language I couldn’t understand. “What is this?” I asked, my throat tight. The librarian’s face paled. “That… is the language of the Ancients,” she whispered, as if speaking louder would summon something terrible.

They slowly walk towards me when they saw me wondering the book. " What does this mean. " I pointed in the text. Then they looked closely. "ننسى أنها ستغزو السلطة. الحب سوف يزعج كل شيء" " That's a Semitic language... " Arice said. " ... That's what we study the last day. That language is called Semitic language. " She's listening in the discussion? Now I realized, she sometimes listens to class. I thought she doesn't.

"You just got here. How the hell did you find it that fast?" "Exactly why you need me," she said smugly, handing me the book. She was proud of herself. And for the first time in a while, I realized how much I’d missed seeing that look on her face. We all gathered around, flipping through the fragile pages. The text was written in an unfamiliar script, but beside it was something unmistakable—the Mark of the Septarch. "What language is this?" Lena asked, running a finger over the strange symbols. "Akkadian," George answered. "An ancient Semitic language."