Re: Zero Witch Cult Translations Novels & Stories

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

“Oh, how dramatic. What a show you witches put on. Careful, Melinda… you might impress me yet.” “Shut up, Lucius,” Valerius said without looking at him, his eyes fixed on the witches. Melinda ignored both men. She knelt, touching her fingertips to the cold chest of one of the dead intruders. “Hold the circle,” she instructed. “Do not break it, no matter what you hear. Fragments of memory can claw back. They don’t always like being seen.” Zoe and Diana moved into position. Together, the three witches began to chant. The words weren’t English, older, rougher, a language that scraped against Chloe’s skin like sandpaper. The candles flared, their flames bending inward, as though sucked toward th

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

The witch's spell translation and pronunciation: Robora mentem meam, (ro-boh-rah men-tem may-am) Confirma contra tenebras, (con-fer-mah kon-trah ten-neb-rahs) Robora corpus meum, (ro-boh-rah kor-plus mau-um) Nil sinas occupare. (neel see-nahs ock-koo-pah-reh) It has been loosely translated as: Strengthen my mind, Strengthen it against darkness, Strengthen my body, Allow nothing to occupy it.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

We went back to my room, and we decided that Izzy should first explain to us everything that she found out about the Latin letters. “Okay, so here are the photos of the pages of that cult book I was talking about,” I took all of the letters, and we each compared them to the words written on the book Izzy found online. “The book says that the Latin words are like a prayer meant for two souls to be bound for all eternity. These are just torn pages of that woman from the cult, so we can’t retrieve the entire text. However, we can figure out how this guy was able to get his hands on those curses and spells if we could talk to him or anyone who is in the same cult as he is.”

Tom said low, “the dismissal. Dismiss them, Rich.” He got to his feet, dazed, unsteady, grasping Katie’s wrist and leaving the baseball bat on the ground. With his free hand Richard made motions in the air, tracing out the powerful symbols the witch-woman had shown him, charting the release which would come. He took a long breath and spoke the words in reverence. “Alav hashalom . . . ” Said it again, with greater effort: “Alav hashalom.” The undoing of the magic had commenced.

Diana Eleanor stands. The room seems to shift around her, as if the very air recognizes her authority. She holds out a hand above the severed arm, palm facing down, fingers splayed. A low murmur of ancient words slips from her lips—Latin, old and fluid, the language of the first witches. “Sanguis contractum, ligamen inviolabile, revoca ad dominum suum. Per manus, per cor, per voluntatem: redde nobis errantem.”

"Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!" After Elena recited her witch chants in Latin, the strong and cold wind suddenly stopped and at the same time, the blazing fire in the candles died. Elena fainted blood and she accidentally dropped the cauldron that she was holding. I was cursing in my mind when I saw Elena slowly lose her balance causing her body to fall on the floor, she's unconscious.

"Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'" The incantation echoed relentlessly, voices uniting as they repeated the incantation. "Quidquid requiritur fiat, quidquid requiritur fiat!" they chanted in unison, huddled around a tiny infant, and this memory manifested as a shadowy recollection. "Now, hearken, ancient Gods, this child's abilities must remain concealed from all. Witches, repeat after me," declared the leader, her long white hair flowing as she raised her arms towards the heavens.