Western Romance Languages Novels & Stories

he says rolling his eyes as he walks towards me and pulls me into his embrace. I pull away looking up at him, “What language is that?” I ask with confusion on my face as I hand him a cup of coffee. {You know I would not let anything happen to you.} He walks back placing a book from the shelf on the table, “Latin, all werewolves are required to learn a second language depending on what the pack can speak.” I nod taking a seat next to him, “So, I might have withheld some information about myself from you but it's only because I didn't know.”

Emma said. "Thanks Emma, why don't you join us?" Alex said. "I would have loved to but as you can see, l am really busy. More guests are still coming in from all over the world. But since I won't be coming, you guys should just use my car, it's in the Parking lot" she said as she gave Alex her car key. "And be careful, this is not an English speaking country so not everyone you'll meet can speak English." "We'll surely be careful thanks" Alex said.

Tonight we saw two more of the langureages our leading lady and her dragon speak. FRENCH "Ne me croignez pas petite flamme" Do not fear me little flame This makes one wonder how much Murdok might actually understand about what Rori may or may not be.... RUSSIAN "teper' tebe ne nuzhno naklonyat'sya" Now you dont need to bend over "velikey drakon dzhentl'men" The great dragon is a gentlemen

—block and sleep. It’s a rune I made up a while ago and it will make Warren not hear anything or wake until about 12:15 a.m. That gave me enough time to get out of here. With my training in the coven, I have discovered that my spells work better if I use Latin to cast them. Elizabeth was better at Italian and my mother was better at Greek. That is why grimoires are personal books. Anyway... each witch with her language. I left the paper in the closet and closed it carefully. Walking towards him, I gently kissed his forehead. I whispered in his ear, “I love you, Warren.” With the spell done, I knew he wouldn’t hear anything, but I needed to tell him before I left.

"Troy had no idea that long ago, our ancestors lived in harmony with werewolves and shared knowledge with them. My ancestors knew the ones who lived in the land the lycans call their own now." I glanced at Roman who for the first time showed emotion which was one of curiosity. "You know the ones who speak Parsivian?" I asked. Chayton laughed out loud, holding his tummy. His men who had followed him chuckled softly. "We speak Parsivian, Luna Rider." My mouth dropped open. "My ancestors taught the werewolves how to speak and write in Parsivian." "Now everything makes sense." I said, more to myself than to anyone. It made sense why I had never heard of the language nor Elders and even the Ennoi

“Very 1800.” “Lacey reads a lot of historical romance.” Like that explains anything. “She likes fancy words too.” He is too serious observing every garment spread on the mattress. “So, this collection of fancy underwear is for your pleasure or mine?” “Apparently yours.” He watches me and then the underwear, and then back to me, his eyes dark, filled with something I can’t understand. “I don’t care about what you wear.” “But Lacey said…” “Is Lacey the boss of you?”

Maybe not even if they were the same species. -Not long enough for me to forget your murderous face," Augusto shot back as he assessed Julio Cesar's physical expressions to find something of Soraia in him. To his relief there was only the smell of her subtle touch and nothing else. -Uh, el lobo esta agresivo esta hermosa noche(uh, the wolf is angry tonight - Julio Cesar sneered as he pointed to the beautiful night sky and tried to imitate Augusto's Spanish accent horribly, he was Romanian after all. Far away, right?

He raises an eyebrow, “Spoken languages?” She nods, having shoved some chips in her mouth and speaks around them, “I know two sign languages too.” He raises an eyebrow. She keeps eating, “But I’m getting the gist of some words, but not all of it.” He nods, “It’s Latin in origin, so there’s some similarity between it and German, French, Italian and Spanish.” He blinks, “Most people think it’s closer to Russian.” She scoffs,

My question pulled André from the depths of the book's pages, and he gave me a small smile. "Nothing much. I finally found a book with extensive information about the descendants of Selene, and I'm reading about it." I peered into the book again and still seemed confused about the language. I just looked like a bunch of scribbles that went back and forth across the paper. "What language is this?" He smirked. "Ancient Lycan. It is a very old werewolf language, and only a few wolves read it, and even fewer can still write it."

The woman looked at Damien with sad eyes and an innocent expression, like a little girl who just woke up from her nap and also didn't understand what was going on. Even though she was already hundreds of years old, her face really resembled that of a girl in her early twenties. "I did it so we could understand each other's language." said the woman which made Damien shock. Damien recalled his chat with Lucifer that the woman in front of him spoke to Azazel in ancient Romanian language. That was why Damien would not understand what the woman was saying. But he did not expect that the kiss was devoted so that Damien could understand what he wanted to say.