Novel & Cerita Re: Zero Witch Cult Translations

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

She was continuously chanting the fucking Latin words louder than it was paining my ears already. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I bellowed but the fucking witch just chanted louder, not even glancing to look at us. "Coniuro vos, fortes spiritus. Da mihi possibilem ad invicem ligandi. Vna vita in duobus, duo corpora in uno." Soon, a small tornado of dried leaves, twigs, and dust arise from the middle of her runes and was moving toward me and Lucy. My eyes widened. This is not fucking right anymore.

Anya rolled her eyes "It's a much cooler name for a spell book" "Ah, I see" I murmured as Zeena gently set the spell book on the bed and raised both her arms over Alpha Scott's sleeping form The room fell silent when Zeena began to speak in a foreign language with her eyes closed. She repeated the same sounds over and over until it dawned on me that it was actually a spell My mouth hung slightly ajar in awe as I watched her continue to chant those words over and over again I couldn't believe I was about to witness a real witch cast a REAL spell

the witch says. Thin strands of light shoot up from the inner circle, wrapping around my ankles like threads. They’re not solid—not rope, not chain—but they feel heavy, sticky, like spiderwebs soaked in honey and iron. The witch begins to chant in a language older than the walls around us. The other two join him, their voices weaving a low, droning melody that sets my teeth on edge. Malric steps forward, unrolling a scroll with exaggerated care.

I have lost him once, I will never allow myself to loose him again. I know he is no weak person, he is a special hybrid spoken of over a decade ago and I am glad that somehow the gods found a way to bring the prophesy to light. We just need to know how to talk to our people, maybe this is a chance for the witches and wolves to become one again". "That is never going to happen". Astra spoke up, but with the way Mogana looked at her, giving her the 'shut your trap look' she shut her mouth, and looked away.

It hits her, and she falls hard and fast. “Zeus, catch her.” Zeus shifts and flies over to her, but she stops herself. “Open the portal; I’ll bring her with me.” She instructs. Zeus descends and shifts. She waves her hand, and the portal opens. Rivk, who must have been hiding, rushes through, and so does the witch. “Should I catch them?” Elliot asks. “No, leave them.” He nods and dashes through the portal. “What about that wolf?” Zeus asks, looking at Eric.

His mana drained to zero. Outside of the time-frozen world, a yellow sorceress who was sending signals just a few seconds ago finally stopped. She was the one controlled by Niccoli and she finally managed to hack every mode of communication in the whole country. Niccoli made him temporarily replace every headline with a single sentence. "The Blood Witch has intruded Iridos!" Grace, as the person in question, naturally came to know about what Niccoli did and by now, given how large of a commotion the message had made outside, she could feel that the ones she was wary about were heading towards her.

Andras defiantly yawned and hurried with a gesture. “Exorcise a mustte,” the witch began for the third time, “ oh mnis imm u ndus , sp and ritus, o mnis, satan and kapot est stas, omnis. Melissa blazed with anger, investing all her witchcraft power. Her hair flew into the air like flames, her plump lips, trembling with excitement, echoed her mistress, her full chest rose with each ragged breath, pushing her to recklessness. — Incursio infern a fox, mmm… The witch was interrupted again, covering her beckoning lips with a greedy kiss.

“Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.” My Mum went on to tell me what that meant. The words were of ancient tongues that the witches of old spoke, and it meant ‘the force of magic is never for bad’. What that meant was magic was never meant to be used for evil, it was a positive force meant to be for the good of all.

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...