The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 23 are:
Voco ad silentium, (woh-ko ahd see-lehn-tee-oom)
Quod te circumdat, (kwod teh keer-koom-daht)
Voco ad tenebras, (woh-ko ahd teh-neh-brahs)
Quod te celat, (kwod teh keh-laht)
Voco ad lucem, (woh-ko ahd loo-kem)
Quod per te splendet, (kwod teh splehn-deht)
Coniunctim simul, (koh-nee-ook-teem see-mool)
Tu potes ab omnibus latere. (too poh-tes ahb om-nee-boos lah-teh-reh)
It has been loosely translated it as:
I call to the silence,
It surrounds you,
I call to the darkness,
It conceals you,
I call to the light,
It shines through you,
Together as one,
You can hide from all.
It has been a while since I had to learn Latin and use it, so I think my declensions are correct. I started learning Latin at 7 years. My grandfather taught me both Classical and Church since I went to an Anglican church school. I took it during high school as one of my language choices. My grandfather was so precious to me, that I have tried to keep up my understanding of the language. It has certainly help understanding the complexities of grammar in many languages.
There is also a difference in the way Church Latin and Classical Latin is spelt and pronounced. Church Latin is closer to Italian in pronunciation and spelling. I have endeavoured to spell this in the Classical Latin form. Such as, using 'quod' instead of 'id'.
Renée's Point of View After spending a relaxing afternoon and evening with Delilah, we decided to trust in the Goddess and move in together. We would take other parts of the relationship a little slower, but it would take a little while for me, especially, to get used to sleeping in the same bed with another person, let alone mating. I had never been in a relationship before with a female or male. We each found males and females attractive, and Delilah had been out with both. I had just been too dedicated to my job. In my mind, there was a big difference between some random person and your God or Goddess-gifted mate. There was also the fact that although Fae lived for many thousands of years, I was still only in my thirties, while Delilah was 107 years old. She felt a little weird about being much, much older than me.
Adriana's Point of ViewYesterday afternoon, Daemon and I took the opportunity to spend time with the twins. I always missed them terribly when we went away. Regrettably, it just wasn't safe to bring them, not with the places we ended up going. One day, maybe.At breakfast this morning, we all stated what our plans were for the day. Charlotte and Adam were going over the rosters for patrols and guards. For the guards, there was the Royal Guards who were protecting the mansion where we lived. There was another set of guards who manned the gate where all visitors were supposed to enter and exit. Then there was the border protection.Border protection involved patrols at different intervals. Each patrol group consisted of six warriors. Three would patrol in human form, while the others were in wolf form. Our human forms could see, hear and smell almost as well as our wolves, but it was only an almost. Having three in wolf form gave that extra level of detection.Since the Royal Guard had
Avril's Point of ViewTyler and I spent the morning with Perry and Ariana working out how to accommodate any possible Fae refugees should it be needed. As much as I wanted to think we wouldn't need it, I just couldn't shake the feeling that we probably would.When Adriana had the mansion updated and refurbished, a road had been created between here and the old packhouse. That building had been refurbished into accommodation and an area for pack meetings. Guest houses were built close to the main mansion that housed the people during the coronation.More had been built since then, as well as chalets for the Royal Guards and family, but no one had moved in yet. Should we need it, there were places with Wolf-Shifter families. So all in all, we had enough accommodation for around 150 people. Plenty.We met everyone for lunch before Tyler and I returned to our apartment. I needed to speak with him. The feelings of guilt were threatening to overwhelm me."What is wrong?" asked Tyler. "I can
Avril's Point of View For three weeks, everyone had been training and organising. Daemon, Adriana and Thorn continued with their magic. Both Daemon and Adriana were able to harness all four basic elements as well as electricity. Daemon was exceptionally strong in earth magic, whereas Adriana could access all of them equally. She was an Aether Elementalist and, with training, could become very powerful. Renée and the witches were seeing how powerful they could make the invisibility spell. They had explained to me that the only creatures who could be truly invisible were Dragon-Shifters. The spell Amiria devised was the best it would get in terms of invisibility. With all three witches involved in casting the spell, it lasted for 10 hours. So far, none of the Wolf-Shifters, Witches, or Fae here could detect Renée, though there didn't seem to be any way to hide opening and closing doors or lifting objects. Not even Dragons could hide that, so the spell was definitely close. I had mind
Avril's Point of ViewTyler and I entered the portal, with the rest of our group following. Each time I stepped through, it was a surreal sensation. First, a gentle ripple caressed my skin, and our realm blurred into nothingness. It left me suspended in the unknown for what were mere seconds that felt like minutes. Then, there was a brief tingle as we stepped out of the portal into another realm."Wow!" exclaimed Tyler. "I don't think I will ever get used to that.""I'm still not used to it," I told him, grabbing his hand. "I have lost count of how many times I have been through one, and it still gets me every time."“I may not get used to that, but I certainly enjoy this,” he purred as the palpitations associated with the mate bond ran up my arm.“As much as I want to, now is not the time,” I admonished him before turning to Lysander, who was busy looking around, "Hey, weren't there supposed to be warriors here waiting for us?""Yes, they were, but this area is different. This is not
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 28 are: Since there aren't any magnetic poles as it is not a planet, the closest would be ley lines, which are created out of magical energy. energētikés grammés means lines of energy or energy lines and is propnounced (en-er-yay-tee-kees grahm-mays) with the stress in enérgeias falling on the second syllable and the stress in grammés falling on the first syllable. Borrās means North and is pronounced (bor-rahs) with the stress falling on the first syllable. elēnítēs líthos means moonstone (eh-lay-nee-tays lee-thos) with the stress on the third syllable in elēnítēs and the stress falling on the first syllable in líthos. Phonetic Sounds: I thought I might put them in to make it to the 100 minimum words in order to publish this author note. g has two distinct sounds in ancient Greek (as opposed to classical Greek). 1. Before the vowels e, t, and y, it is pronounced y as in yes. 2. Before vowels a, o, and u, it is pronounced g a
Tyler's Point of View "What the hell was that?" I exclaimed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. That monster was straight out of a nightmare. When Avril went behind it, to attack it with her dagger, I was truly scared and worried for her. The worst part was that I couldn’t even help her. Neither human nor wolf form would have helped. I was a liability. "It was a Sskíatokos, or Shadowspawn would be the closest translation," answered Lysandros. "It is a dark Fae which feeds on the fears of those who cross its path. "Its malevolent powers twist the very fabric of reality that it is permitted to feed on." "Not to mention that it projectile vomits black acid," I responded, disgusted at the creature, and thankful that we didn’t have this at home to deal with. "For them to come across the border, there needs to be a major breach," Thorn explained. "The magic on our borders stops them." "Is there any way to seal the breach?" asked Adriana. "There is, but we need to get to Queen
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 29 are: Sskíatokos is pronounced (sskee-ah-tokos), with the stress on the middle syllable. selēnítēs líthos is pronounced (seh-leh-nee-tes lee-thos), with the stress in selēnítēs falling on the third syllable and the stress in líthos falling on the first syllable. Phytophagos Ophis is pronounced (fuh-toh-pah-gos oh-fees) with the stress in Phytophagos falling on the second syllable and the stress in Ophis falling on the first syllable. Please note: There has been a change to one of the character's names. Originally, I called him Lysander, but in keeping with the Ancient Greek language, his name has become Lysandros, pronounced (Lü-sahn-dros) with the stress on the second syllable. The "y" sound represents the Greek letter upsilon (υ), which is similar to the "u" in "put." The "d" is pronounced like in English. Earlier chapters are being proofread again, and the names are being updated. So far, the second proofreading is complete
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe dim light flickered weakly outside my cell, casting jagged shadows on the walls. I inhaled deeply, searching for clues, but my surroundings offered little more than damp air and the acrid tang of rust. Still, faint and fleeting beneath it all, I caught a scent that made my pulse quicken.It was subtle, just a thread woven through the murk of mildew and stone—a sharp, bitter aroma tinged with something earthy. My senses struggled to place it entirely, dulled as they were by hunger and wolfsbane. But I’d know that scent anywhere: witchcraft.This wasn’t like the warm, herbal scent of Aunt Delilah, the liaison between the Royal Family and the Witch’s Council. She wasn’t really my aunt, but that was what we called Alice’s mum. Delilah’s magic smelled of rosemary and lavender, soft and soothing, a presence that felt like home. This was different—harsh, acrid, and wrong. It clawed at my senses, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth.A rogue witch, maybe. Or wo
Lucienne's Point of ViewWhen I opened my eyes, dim light greeted me—weak and distant, barely illuminating the space. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing at the base of my skull, and the cold, damp air bit into my skin like icy needles.I shifted slightly, trying to orient myself, only to feel the sharp tug of iron biting into my wrists. My arms were outstretched, pulled taut by heavy chains fastened to the walls on either side of me, leaving me in an awkward, uncomfortable sitting position on the hard stone floor.The light source was far away, casting faint shadows across the cell and doing little to push back the gloom. It was just enough for me to make out my surroundings—bare, unwelcoming, and suffused with the oppressive weight of captivity. The dim glow created more questions than answers, each corner of the cell cloaked in an eerie half-light that left me straining to see.For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. The air reeked of mildew, blood, and something
Duncan's Point of ViewThe sharp, acrid tang of blood hit my nose the moment I stepped into the prison's lower levels. The cold stone walls seemed to amplify the metallic scent, and I clenched my jaw as I surveyed the carnage. Two guards lay lifeless on the floor, their throats torn open with brutal efficiency. Blood pooled beneath their bodies, soaking into the cracks of the stone. Six guards flanked me, their faces pale but their stances resolute. While they knew death was a possibility, it was a risk they had long accepted as part of their duty. Their determination radiated in the unyielding set of their jaws, ready to uphold the pack's safety, no matter the cost. While fear lingered in their eyes, it was drowned out by their loyalty, which made them march forward into the unknown without hesitation."Spread out," I barked, my voice cutting through the tense silence and echoing down the cold, dimly lit corridor. "Check every cell, every corner. I want answers—find out how this hap