English To Cthulhu Translator Novels & Stories

'How nice' Bjinx thought, a series of meows echoed in the dark room unceremoniously, it also rang in the living room for half a day, it did not take long for the growing unhappiness in Miks chest to dissipate a bit. Translator Note: Spiritual Animal Ancient Words pæřețø- threat 'Depleastad'ia- You're being unpleasant 'Quere Ere Depleastad'ia!- No! You're the one who's being unpleasant here! Puljia Mooana- Red Moon (Eclipse) Phoweŕista- Kapangyarihan Eļłįeřnœ- Underworld(World of bad spirits Deoxusie- World of Spiritual Animals

“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?”

The room seemed to hold its breath as I began to chant in an ancient tongue, each word dripping with raw energy: "Katrium velan thi nura, Astro’s liera, thron’zal; Vistra tal’morai, destra ka’thunar!" As the final syllable left my lips, the air shifted violently. A ferocious gust of wind tore through the hall, though no window or door was open. The torches lining the walls flickered and dimmed, casting eerie shadows that danced with my rising power.

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?”

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.

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."

“I have never seen a…maker? Is that the right word?” “Sure. Why not?” Aldric smiles. “We don’t have a word for it in English.” “Oh. What word do you use?” “Not a word a phrase. Akabdat bri pyrei flopdat.” I stare at him. I’ve heard the language before, but I don’t have a name for it. “What language is that?” “Navjahi – the vampire language.” “What does it mean? What you just said?” “The closest English translation is Creator of the Undead.”