Witchcraft Languages Novels & Stories

It has three different languages like I researched about afore time. "Do you understand any of the languages?" Saul asked as we moved further into the cave. There was no time to waste anymore. "I do. One of them is in Aramaic and it says the place where the sky and the ocean meets is…?" I said. "A silver lining?" He asked. "Something like that. So, I need to perform a silver lining spell." I said to him. "Alright, do you know how to do it?" He asked me. "It will take a lot of focus, and that's where the twist is."

“When we are still a child, we are all taught by our elders here and cast spells.” “Oh, I notice that you have a different language when you cast spells. And some are holding a piece of wood.” “Oh, we speak Latin in our spells.” Lana answered rather enthusiastically, and pulled out wood from her back, “You mean this? It’s called a wand. Latin is a dead language for humans…but I guess it is still used widely in this realm. I gulped, feeling like I Could learn more about this realm. I have to buy time and also keep myself from boredom before I can give birth and earn enough energy to fight and commence my escape plan.

he said, grinning while staring at the book. "Yes, you did" she sighed. "I can't seem to make a word of this book" he frowned, looking at the strange language. "Oh, yeah. It is an encrypted language of the witches. It is called the witches' rune" She explained as he nodded, looking at how fascinating and ancient it seemed. After a while of silence with Owen walking around and examining the whole thing that was in the lab, she finally spoke. "Would you mind having a seat?" She asked, pointing to the only stool that was in the lab.

Something within me recognised them, understood them, even as my conscious mind struggled to make sense of what I‘d just said. “What the hell does that mean?” I asked, looking up to find three pairs of eyes fixed on me. Lukas handed the document back to me, his expression unreadable. “I have no idea.” “It’s Lupine Primordial,” Nico said quietly, respect and something like awe colouring his voice. “The ancient language of werewolves, said to be gifted directly from the Moon Goddess.”

By the swelling, I’d say it’s newly made and won’t heal, as it’s probably done with silver. “Sicarius…” I mouthed upon recognizing the familiar words. James really outdid himself. It’s been an ancient time,g but werewolves used to engrave our learnings and history in Latin. They said it was the language of the gods and goddesses… Though it wasn’t used anymore, most of us could still recognize some words, especially words such as “Sicarius” meaning Murderer. Now, no matter where she goes, everyone will know what she did unless she covers her forehead.

"There's another type of magic that Lao is far more familiar with than me, known as martial magic. Ya can find a definition, explanation, and all that other stuff in your guide, but I'd always recommend talkin' with him if ya want to know more." "So I know "most human languages" now? What if the language changes overtime, does my translation ability get an update?" Elijah asked. "That's why I said most. It would seem that the translations are related to when someone died. Most of the gods speak a majority of languages and any that don't will have a reborn translator." Peter frowned before continuing. "It's one of the main reasons natural-born humans are considered to be...defective." Elijah

Lilith exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as her mind ease, she shared her memories of today with Ethel. "Wow," Ethel said as the memory of him fingering her appeared. Soon Ethel found the right memory, "Hontiamos relavesia." She whispered in Purtaliamas Darci's realm's language, each realm had its own language and culture, Darci was a Purtalian. The wind went through their hair as she did the spell whispers were heard suddenly Ethel lets go of her hand. "So is he telling the truth?" Lilith asked, knowing he was. "No."

Its pages had yellowed and were curving at the edges, but even then, I could sense the great power that it held. Symbols scrawled across the parchment in a language I didn't understand, but studying said symbols sort of made my eyes ache just from looking at them, so I looked away. "What language is that?" I asked, looking up at Thorne and I found that he had been watching me as well. "It's a Norse language that is now forgotten. But some witches and warlocks, such as myself, have taken time to learn it, simply because there are many who hid great information through the use of this particular language." Thorne explained, and signaled for us to sit down.

Dozens of books still sat untouched, and at this pace, they’d be at it well into the next day. Some of the texts were written in dead languages—not that it slowed them down. Both their kinds had been gifted the innate understanding of human language by the Shining Keeper. But with all the intricate witchwork layered in, the spells might as well have been written in an entirely alien script. Gildeon wouldn’t be surprised if even Kohina struggled to decipher some of it. Arah let out an audible sigh, her elbows braced as she slowly massaged her temples, eyes still fixed on the page in front of her.

The atmosphere was incredibly festive. Lan and I drank two beers together. Resting his chin on his hand, he smiled at me. “To be honest, Vateheim’s beer and ores are the best in all Nine Worlds.” “I just didn’t expect Lord Lan to speak the dwarven language.” “The dwarven tongue is probably the simplest among the five races.” “You mean you know others too?” “Human languages are too numerous—I only know a little. The others I’ve learned fairly well. I’m best at the giants’ language.”