English To Cthulhu Translator Novels & Stories

Could it be that there were others already here before we came along? Wilt had an idea. He asked us to put the translation stones on the ground. Once we did, almost all English writings magically changed into several languages before our eyes. I recognized some of them. We were astonished for a bit before we picked up our stones. “Katie, try to think of French and see if it does read French,” Wilt said. Katie squinted for a few seconds. “You’re right. I can also switch it to English.” “It’s all Finnish to me,” Alex said.

I came clean but not totally. “I see," Kyle said but his expression didn't show any sign of condemnation or suspicion. “So what did you say it was again? Enchin...." I was struggling to recall exactly what he said. “Enochian," he helped me out. “Yeah, what's that?" I asked. “It's a language and that's what is written here," he answered. “Really? What type of language is that? What human native speak this?" “Not humans. Angels and demons," he replied and I was left shocked.

“My father used to rap me over the knuckles if I didn’t write neatly.” A melancholy smile plays over my mate’s lips as he reaches for my notepad and pen. He compares my inept translations to his own. “These are recipes for potions that kill various creatures. Vampires, nymphs, werewolves, Lycans-” he looks up at me – “this word-” he points to something that I couldn’t find in any of the dictionaries I’ve tried -“doesn’t translate as demon, it translates to she-dragon.” “What? Seriously? There were dragons?”

Lilith exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as her mind ease, she shared her memories of today with Ethel. "Wow," Ethel said as the memory of him fingering her appeared. Soon Ethel found the right memory, "Hontiamos relavesia." She whispered in Purtaliamas Darci's realm's language, each realm had its own language and culture, Darci was a Purtalian. The wind went through their hair as she did the spell whispers were heard suddenly Ethel lets go of her hand. "So is he telling the truth?" Lilith asked, knowing he was. "No."

Right before she could take the route to the kitchen, Audrey noticed a statue standing at the center of three separate routes; the first route led to the Alpha's chambers, the second led to the kitchen and the last one of course led to May's chamber. What seemed fascinating about this statue, was the fact that Audrey had not taken quite notice of it. It was a statue of a Werewolf and it seemed to be staring at Audrey in the eyes. She was about to dismiss the statue as yet another artifact, when she noticed a secret writing on the chest of the creature. Audrey suddenly became intrigued. This writing was not English and looked to have been derived from ancient Greek text. It wouldn't be hard f

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?”

Kael went on to explain everything he saw online the dream without missing anything out, he brought out his sketchbook from his bag and the sight of the drawing sent a shiver down my spine— it was horrifying. “This— killed— Thalia.” I stuttered in panic and he nodded affirmative. “And some creature wrote something on my window that I barely understand.” Kael showed me a picture of the writing on his window and I immediately translated it out of impulse. “Dig deeper—and fate shall call your name.” I said out loud. “How could you translate this strange writing.” Kael asked, with both surprise and confusion. “Honestly— I don’t—know.”

RONAN “Don’t want to be seen with me, huh?” I muttered under my breath as I crouched to retrieve the book from the floor. Its pages were filled with an ancient language I hadn’t been able to decipher, until now. But had I heard Seth Darven read “rogue”? I narrowed my eyes. The letters had shifted, reshaping into English only after Seth had glanced at the page earlier. But that translation hadn’t been there before. Not until he saw it.

"What do you mean? Can you translate it?" "No," Chelsa's eyes moved to Ostana. "This language is far too old, too complicated - whoever is writing this must have had a witch or something on their side. See," Chelsa moved to the couch, spreading the papers out on the glass coffee table as Ostana leaned forward; I sat down on the floor, resting my elbow on the coffee table. "Witches, before they went extinct, held their own mother language, it was called 'The Tongue of the Devil' which is how they casted spells." "Witches are real?" Ostana asked, gold seeping into her honey eyes. "Like no joke?"

The words were strange and guttural and old, full of sounds that did not belong in any of their tongue. Draevon leaned in close, his lips barely brushing the shell of Malgron's ear. The words that came out of his mouth were not words that belonged to any living tongue. They were old. "Zarthul vorn akh nathar. Kaelithra naru thrak morvath. Draegun thal, akh zorvath. Athun marak, volthur kael. Athun thrakar, volthur kael. Athun... bruthenar. Vrakthul morvath ferak. Kadarath zor. Thrakath mor. Zarvath thul. Vrak."