English To Cthulhu Translator Novels & Stories

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

Creatures like blood wraiths, banshees, vampires, skin-walkers, and soul eaters, all now believed to be myths and almost completely forgotten by modern werewolf society. My eyes slowed over the next line, my headache dulling just slightly as something about the wording caught my attention. I leaned forward, squinting as I tried to piece together the translation in my head, sounding the words out quietly under my breath. “Ithra’kil,” I read. Ithra meaning “one who wields,” and Kil meaning “power.” “One who wields power,” I muttered, my brow furrowing before it suddenly lifted as I sat up straighter.

Opening it, he reveals pages covered in script that seems to writhe and change as I look at it. "This is the Codex of Becoming," Vex says. "It speaks of the Convergence. But the text is... difficult. It was written in the Mother's own language, and translation is imperfect at best." I lean closer, and as I focus on the words, they begin to make sense. My dreamweaving translates them instinctively, pulling meaning from the chaos.

Mae questioned suspiciously. Blaze gave her a soft look in an attempt to calm her suspicion. “Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“

Cath said in a snappy saying. As embers flew in the feral and rotting flesh it wasn't Ruelle but Theo experiencing like a curse into which Theo woke up in cold sweat only to find a grim and depresssing woman covered in traditional hanuka and Aztec sigma written all over her body were tattoos that represent the undying old folk "Who are you?" Theo questioned with the alertness of retracting his wolf claws ready to attack the poor woman who was winding up some sage to release all the evil toxins in his Chi "Calm down! This is a shaman her name-" Cath got cut off and "WHY DID YOU LET HER IN??" Theo butted in as to seeing the embodienmnet of his fears

And the old woman who Cillian explained was a witch, said a few words that Chloe could catch. “Oh… the moon goddess je pangkaagung…. ( Oh, the most glorious Moon Goddess ) ….metuh tuh ikei mangambali anakanakmuh… ( We are returning your children to you ) ...ikei jatun kuasa akan pampatei mahkluk belum... ( We have no power over creature's life and death ) …matei, belum, jahat, bahalap… ( life, death, goodness, and evil )

'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

“I won’t warn you again.” “Is there something wrong with the word ‘kitten?’” Lilith asked, puzzled. “Term of endearment,” Alexei informed her cheerfully, and she looked like she was ready for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. “Don’t be shy. Share what you learned.” She took a deep breath. “Privyet, shlyukha.” Enzo's brother howled with laughter. “Hey, slut!” he translated, holding his stomach with mirth. “That’s what you learned?”

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.

I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich was now standing beside me. “I see you’ve taken an interest in the old legends and myths,” He said. “Well…these are good drawings,” I said. “Err…Sir, you wouldn’t mind translating these words for me would you? It’s a language I cannot understand,” I said. “No worries all will be taken care of.” He took the book from me and kept it on his desk. I stood beside him as he lowered his weight onto his chair.