English To Cthulhu Translator Novels & Stories

As I’m opening my mouth, I see the moon goddess about to speak, so I close it. “You may wonder why you have the ability to read that text since it wasn’t in English. That’s because you have a unique ability, or otherwise called, a native tongue. The language that appeared is known as Dovahzul. Cam, Christian, Valentina, Jaylen, and Rave are the only ones who understand Dovahzul. The reason you have this ability is because it will help you gradually in the future. I know it’s a lot to take in, but please know that this is the only way.”, she explains.

Glossary: Tholus = dome/arena - Immo = yes - Cupam = liquor/whiskey - Futuo = fuck - Chinga = small animal with a purple fur body/white mane like a lion, size of a newborn kitten *~~~* She was almost finished with her book when her stomach began to growl. She would have cooked, but her items had not arrived yet. Sighing, she headed to the computer by the door and called her brother. After speaking to him, she called Jay to see if she and Cobra wanted to go to the dining hall.

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.

“Then how would I go about it? Do I have to chant something?” Denis raised his hand to cover his laughter, but it did little to nothing as his giggles filled the underground library. “Fortunately for you, no. The texts I am referring to were written in a lost dialect. While translating it upon my first read, I could have misinterpreted some words as they could have multiple meanings in today’s language. You either have to churn butter so it becomes a softened state, or you become in a softened state and call out to them. I think it’s the latter, but it’s the reason I found it funny when you asked me if you needed to chant something. It made me think of the other possible thing you had to do.

Lihont whispered, his voice sounding extremely weird, like someone else was speaking through him. He raised his hands toward the full moon and began reciting some strange spells and scary chants. “Haulaurow Drequito bregavidaras Masstre tanwirop faeraq!” The words were from a language that no one could understand and the Dark Lord was the one whispering the words into Lihont's ear. The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds.

It wasn't an implant; it was a "Leech-Hub." ​"I... I didn't know," Kael gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head as the disk began to pulse. "They said it was a 'Translator'... to help me understand the mountain’s frequency. They said it would bridge the gap!" ​"Who are 'They'?" Rhea demanded, lunging across the table and pinning him against the mirror.

Questions crowded her mind, each one fighting for attention, but they all died as a sound filled the clearing that made every hair on her body stand on end. Words in a language she didn't know poured from somewhere in the clearing, harsh and guttural and fundamentally wrong. "Accipe oblationes meas, o tenebrarum dominus... sanguine innocentium te voco... per umbras et mortem, exaudi me..." The syllables scraped against her ears like broken glass, and each word seemed to pulse with dark energy that made her skin crawl and her wolf whine in distress. The ancient tongue twisted through the air, corrupting it, making even breathing feel like swallowing poison.

He stood and walked to the bed, pulling his woman down beside him for the night. Latin Translations: deo maledicant illum= god damn it/clausa tuo stupri ore= shut your fucking mouth/ amet asinum stercore=boring ass shit/ostende te, tu ignavus-=show yourself, you coward/foeda daemon purgamentum=foul demon garbage/quis ego sum? ego non metus sordida sanguinem angelus=who am i? i have no fear for a dirty blood angel

It would take more than blood. It would take his soul. He stepped to the center of the sanctum. And began to chant. Not words he knew. Not a language he understood. But something spoke through him, in a tongue that shook the world. “Vora threnesh. Kal-nirath. Nihareth, nas jural.” The glyphs answered in kind, spinning. Cracking. The veil buckled like heat waves against glass. Something vast stirred on the other side—a shape with no body, a will with no face.

Hettie had taught her the chant—it was in Anglo Saxon, the last language spoken by the followers of Matthew’s strange heresy: “Under fot wolues, under ueþer earnes, under earnes clea, a þu geweornie. Clinge þu alswa col on heorþe, scring þu alswa scerne awage, and weorne alswa weter on anbre.”