Animal Speak Novels & Stories

“It’s a dog, Alessandro. It’s going to look at a brand-new sofa and think, ‘Yes. This is my life’s mission.’” “It won’t bark.” “It’s an animal.” “It will communicate calmly.” “By emailing us?” He frowned. “You’re being dramatic.” “You want a hypoallergenic, silent, non-destructive, emotionally mature miniature creature that fits in your hand and doesn’t shed. That’s not a dog. That’s a Bluetooth speaker.” He tried not to laugh. Failed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet,” I said, pulling him closer, “yes to the house. Yes to the garden. And maybe yes to your imaginary corporate executive dog.”

They creeped her out. "We have them in the Artic, but I have always hated them. They are so tiny and live off blood; I don't like them." She blinked as she looked at a spider. "What is your favorite animal?" "You are, of course." She linked, smiling at me. "I meant here?" "Oh, I liked the Gorillas." "And why is that?" "The sign said they can learn sign language, and it occurred to me that I could communicate with them. It also means they are the smartest animal in here." I nodded.

But from listening to this Soul Drenching Squirrel, I realised that it had actually spoken in the human tongue. Turning my head to the lady by my side, I asked, “Teacher Kira, how come that savage beast is able to fabricate words, despite being an animal?” Looking at me in a short-lived astonishment, she replied, “Soul Drenching Squirrels aren't savage beasts, Stephanie.” “Huhn?” Smirking slightly — as though by force — she quickly elaborated, “Those are spirit beasts, and they, like humans, have the ability to make rational decisions. They make little use of instincts, and at such, they are able to speak the human language to a great extent.

He almost jumped up with fright because he was stunned to see that the Terror Hound was a few dozen meters away from him, and its mouth did not move at all. However, how did it speak to him? Then, Darryl looked at the Giant Turtle, who was still in deep thought. It seemed to have not heard the Terror Hound's voice. Instantly, Darryl was even more confused. As it looked at Darryl's stunned expressions, the Terror Hound's voice echoed once more. It sounded smug. "Are you shocked? This is one of my techniques. I call this Secret Speak. If I engage in this technique, only you can hear it. So, you don't have to worry about that Old Turtle."

That wasn't fair, she wasn't completely erratic, she was just strange and confusing, and everything she did and said left me more confused than before. "The animals. They talk about stuff like what they want to eat for the winter when their friends are coming over, what they do during the day. Can't you hear it? I mean, birds prefer to just whistle and sing, but sometimes they talk too." Sage studied me, trying to see if I was testing her with this revelation or not. "I think you're out of your mind, but alright," I shrugged. I wasn't going to press the issue.

She felt like she was truly seeing the world for the first time, and she was in awe of it all. One day, as Amira was walking through the forest, she heard a howl in the distance. She froze, listening intently. The howl was followed by another, and then another. She realized that the wolves were communicating with each other, sending messages through the forest. She stood there, trying to understand what they were saying, but she couldn't quite make out the words. All she knew was that the wolves were speaking to each other, and it was a beautiful, haunting sound.

It`s intelligent enough to communicate. Then I know why it told me that. Dad told me before— magical beast communicates to others through telepathy. But it only works if I had mana to spare. Since I don`t, so it cannot communicate to me through telepathy. Yet, the alpha Fenrir is intelligent enough and capable of vocal speech, and it’s language is international human language. “I don’t have mana on me.” I replied to Alpha Fenrir. “And I`m sorry for barging into your territory and not being able to speak in your language.”

Michael asked as a cardinal flitted down from the trees to tweet at them for the seventh time, swooping from one side of the path to the other, garnering her more interest than she cared for. “Of course she can’t, Michael,” Logan said, swatting as the bird almost flew into his hair. Uh oh. It was a good thing Logan didn’t understand the shrill chirps the bird sent him. “Doctor Doolittle is just a story. People can’t talk to animals.” Well, actually they could. And she did. Sea creatures and birds. She could understand most languages but couldn’t vocalize in all of them, so in the interest of interspecies harmony, all creatures capable of doing so used the universal language of English when n

All I can do is whimper back, realizing I have no ability to form words this way and go into my own head link instinctively. Wolves in the same pack have a connection mentally, so they can communicate without talking, which admittedly is impossible as a wolf. We don’ have the vocal cords for human talking. It’s also possible when close enough to talk to one not from your own pack. If they are willing to hear you.

Love ricocheted around my ribs, knocking into every denial I’d neatly stacked. I coughed. “Can we circle back to the part where I didn’t sign up for a whole wolf king? Or a bond. Or… pups.” The last word strangled. She tried not to smile and failed. “Then take this in steps.” She steepled her fingers. “Wolves understand three languages best—truth, touch, and timing. Speak plainly. Touch with consent. Choose your moments. Do that, and you’ll never be prey in this den.” “Truth, touch, timing,” I echoed, filing it next to Jarek’s knock pattern and the Hold word. “And the… pups?”