Dragon Translater Novels & Stories

“What’s your stake in this, Retholis?” asked the Admiral. “I mean, you could have easily just blown us out of orbit and taken everything that we have.” When Retholis spoke, he still did so in his Drogarii dialect, and it was much more harmonious and melodic in person. In order for them to understand him, they had to install translation nanites to their DI, but that was as easy as their initial install. Through it, they were able to fully understand him, and all other Drogar for that matter. Translated subtitles simply appeared close to the person speaking. Eva found it incredibly handy as it also translated movements and gestures.

Her golden dragon emerged, and she shot off into the sky. In the distance, Tove shot out a stream of fire that looked white-hot. Drace's dragon shrieked and barreled toward him. Grumpy made a sound next to me. I turned and looked at him. He had the most heartbreaking look of want on his face. If I could help Drace with a simple transfer of power, I could definitely help one of my men. I laid my hand against his bare chest. "Translatio potestatis." As the light from my power lit up my hand, Ari jumped forward, knocked it away. "No!"

The young drake continues to ramble, but my heart and mind are no longer focused until I hear the words, "There's more." "More?" my voice catches. "More than that?" "As I explained before, that was just the first layer, the easiest to run through the translation program. The rest is," he swallows nervously, "unintelligible." “Show me,” I sigh, exasperated. “Just show me.” He presses a series of buttons, and the main display is overwhelmed with symbols that almost look like Ancient Celestial except that the characters look misshapen and warped. “Are you sure this is Ancient Celestial?”

“These are my plans regarding the business and tell me how it sounds: Diplomatic Transportation Inc. with offices in Montego Bay and Kingston with its head office being on Red Hills Road. A fleet of about four cars to start with, offering escort services to VIP clientele with the drivers trained and knowledgeable about Jantique and armed wearing white shirts and black pants. I would be the Chief Operations Officer and the office staff would be kept to a minimum of Office Manager and an Administrative Assistant. All other services would be contracted out accounting, maintenance and upkeep of the vehicles. The company would have a separate bank account with a salary being paid to the staff and

Dropping the shield they stand to face each other. "What now?" "I don't know." After assessing if everyone was fine they decided the sooner they free the women the sooner they could leave this dreadful place. "Here. I found a journal." They opened the book but all they seem to have found was a prayer and a dragon medalian. All eyes fell on Brandon as he caressed his family's artfect. "It's not a prayer. They used the gullstale. A long time ago when dragons were exiled they were also stripped from their beast. On a human this would do nothing, since there is nothing special but on a supernatural..."

"You think so?" "I'm not joking," Vlador said, then added, "And you know several languages, don’t you? How many do you speak?" "I speak seven languages fluently and know the basics of eight," Triana answered. "I only speak three languages fluently and know the basics of five," Vlador said, leaning back. "They say Dr. Garvin knew many languages. Your skills will be very useful here." "Me? Useful?" Triana's smile widened. Vlador nodded again. "Prepare to use your brain and everything you've read."

, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory”

"ɨʄ ʍʏ ʄatɦɛʀ աaռts tօ ʟɨstɛռ tօ ɦɨʍ aռɖ ʀʊɨռ ɦɨs sɛʟʄ ɨ ɖօռ't ċaʀɛ ɖօռt ʝʊst ɖʀaɢ ʍʏ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ ɨռtօ tɦɨs ռօռsɛռsɛ" "ɮʊt tɦɛ աɦօʟɛ օʄ tʀaռsʏʟʋaռɨa ɨs ɨռ tʀօʊɮʟɛ"