God Confused Their Language Novels & Stories

“%￥#••！！！%￥！” "F*ck, f*ck, b*tch, b*stard, b*tch!" "Damn it!" What was going on? Samuel and Yvonne were a little confused. They waited for a long time, but what came was a pile of bird language. Not to mention whether they could understand what a sentence meant, even a word could not be understood. If someone insisted on saying that they understood something, there were only the two words” Damn it”.

"Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway." Luna mentally agreed but said nothing. "Okay, repeat after me... Guergh ferga arghugheda—" Her heartbeat was throbbing loudly against her ribcage as she listened to the voice creating some gurgling-like sounds. But she had no choice but to follow him. ❇❇❇ "I can see you of-of course!," the normal answered him. "Wait, a normal speaking their language?" He stared at the normal. It spoke their language. Even though it's accent sounded funny, it was speaking THEIR language! No normal could do that. His brain was trying to process everything

He wanted to tell them about the reckless driver who had splashed dirty water all over him on the way here, but the words got stuck in his throat. “I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I—I…”The War God reduced to yes ma’am by a fierce loyal friend.“I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I….It was one reckless driver—” “It’s okay,” Elena cut in gently. “Just don’t come late next time.” “Yes, Miss Carter,” he replied with a faint smile. “You better not,” Nadia added, pointing a finger at him like a warning. “If you do, I’ll be the one to personally deal with you.”

But his keen eyes observed more than I gave him credit for. “He must’ve been quite the man,” Ani murmured, a ghost of amusement in his voice, and as he turned to me, all traces of seriousness were gone. For the sake of privacy, we both spoke Greek, since it was the only other language I spoke. Apparently gods spoke all languages...

While I was there, I wanted to laugh so hard, but I thought of going with the flow, so I looked away and pretended I didn't understand anything they were talking about. When we left, the jeepney was nearly full. Everyone remained silent, too afraid to speak. We were on the road for more than an hour. "E-Ellie!" A shrill call of my name greeted me as I stepped out of the jeep. "I thought my brother was joking when he said you'd be coming here! I can’t believe it's true!" he said in Filipino while clutching my left arm. "I thought she couldn't understand our language; why did Ma'am Felicity speak to her in Filipino?" I overheard one of Felicity's men, who were still inside the jeep with the ot

Hopefully today could be a relatively slow day so that I would not have to worry about doing work later before I make my way over to Alveric’s place. Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.) I sat there in awe as I continued to stare at the guardians. They were still in a trance like state but now they have both started to mutter incoherent words under their breath. Well…I thought they were muttering incoherent words, until I realized they were speaking Latin. Not just any version of Latin, but a long-lost version of it that has not been used in centuries. With multiple variations of the language, this version was solely spoken by the first Gods to ever roam the Earth looking for imperfections.

I let out a breath, glancing at everyone around the room. Silence. A few exchanged glances. A furrowed brow or two. But no one speaks right away. It’s almost amusing. Almost. Then, finally, Jace scoffs, shaking his head, my eyes shifting to him, and I find his focus directed at me. “That’s not possible...” I arch a brow. “Oh? And why’s that?” “Because the language of Admos was lost,” he states, like it’s an undeniable fact written in stone. “No one speaks it anymore. No one’s supposed to be able to...”

I said. The room fell silent for a while and the elders brought their heads together again and began to whisper rapidly in the same strange language that none of us could understand. They knew fully well that we were all werewolves there and anything they whispered would be heard clearly by everyone and I think it was because of this they had to fall back to whatever language they were speaking whenever they had to speak privately.

I then say the words needed to ensure the magic comes to life. “Gada prati vadha. Sarve.” Sickness to death. Everyone. “What fuckin’ language is that?” Grizz huffs from his spot back in the chair. I suppress my growl, annoyed that he’s interrupting me. “Sanskrit,” I grumble. “Aren’t spells usually done in Latin or somethin’?”

“U Shrama opredelenno khoroshiy glaz. On ochen' skoro pribezkit, chtoby spasty ee." I almost forgot the worst part about being cast into this cursed life. The language barrier. Conversations always being had about me and yet I couldn’t understand a word. It frustrated me and made my skin itch to figure out their plans. Or at least, it used to. As the man with brown teeth probably due to smoking too much spoke, I couldn’t muster up a care in the world. I didn’t care to know what they were saying or how they planned to use me as their pawn in whatever game they were playing.