Re: Zero Witch Cult Translations Novels & Stories

I was faced with an impossible choice: save Alpha Red from the vengeful spirit, but risk killing him in the process. Alpha Red's eyes seemed to bore into mine, his gaze filled with a deep sense of desperation. "There's something else, Avery," he said, his voice low and husky. "Something that could change everything." I felt a sense of trepidation as I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. What could he possibly reveal that would make things worse? "I made a secret pact with the Shadow Court," Alpha Red said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A group of powerful witches who demand bloodline purity."

The torn page was unrelated to Elder Aciano’s search, but the Pagan writings seemed interesting enough. She came close and took the page from me. “Wait. What kind of writing is this?” “Pagan. None that I know uses that anymore but warlocks and witches.” “Then we have Zarah.” Zack’s hope rose in his tone. “She can read and translate it, right?” Tor spoke out. “We can search it on the internet,” Kairo suggested. “As much as it’s easier when humans are involved, it’s not safe, Kairo. They could be monitoring us. Nothing is safe anymore, especially the Internet,” Lyon said.

Biel said. The book fell into my hands, and I couldn't help but open its pages. Its contents were written in an ancient tongue, surely the language the god spoke during the curse of the wasteland. Repeat after me: 'May everything return to its course, and may the sins of the wasteland be wiped away from all evil,' said my she-wolf Becca. “May everything return to its course, and may the sins of the wasteland be wiped away from all evil,” I said in a clear and loud voice.

"We mistranslated the core prophecy." Another witch whispered from the back, her voice trembling, "How is that possible?" The elder closed her eyes, drawing a deep, ragged breath before reciting the original text from memory. The melodic, ancient words flowed through the chamber like a eulogy for their past mistakes. When translated with proper context, the final line no longer carried the grim warning they had feared. It did not mean *the child will bring destruction*. Instead, it meant *the child will end the age of destruction*.

In the forest, above the high mountains where the witches live. Noises were heard, others were sobbing for their loss. Earlier they went to find the others that went searching for their leader, they only ended up bringing their corpses. Ceremonies for the dead were held, different enchanting and casting spells. The bodies are to be burnt in the burning green flame, that would give them the chance to be reincarnated again. "Al gra ne zi''. [Translator: A chance to be reborn again]. This was recited multiple times by the witches…. And after the last reciting,the bodies were thrown in the fire, while the witches watched as the flame devoured their beloved sisters and brothers.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

I would think that through later. “I recognized the incantation language. It is a rare dialect of the Hecatheem coven. They were the original witch family. It will take time to fully translate what he was saying, but that coven was not known for its purity,” Macario explained. “That’s great insight. Thank you, Macario,” I told him with a smile. He returned it with one that did not meet his eyes, but I would not take it personally. Nobody would be feeling bubbly right now anyways.

He reached for his dictionary again. "That’s not necessary," Vlador said, standing up. "I believe the translation is accurate enough. I’ll study its meaning and seek someone more knowledgeable about magic. May I have the translation?" "Of course. Here it is." Winston handed him the paper with his translation and the cloth of the witch's notes. "Everything about witches is indeed confusing. I hope you won’t trouble yourself thinking about it further. Thank you for your help, but it seems I must be on my way now." Vlador said.

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

' I explained. 'No! ' He growled the word out of his throat. 'The fucker placed that piece of paper there as a warning. How can you even say that? ' He exasperatedly asked. 'And where is the threat there? the only words written were, I AM. Nothing else, or are you on the insinuation that the message is cryptic? ' 'Listen here, witch.' He drawled the word witch, talking a step closer to my almost shaking small frame.