Gallifreyan Alphabet Novels & Stories

Elder Albert translated from behind and the Alphas parted to allow him through and when Max turned the cover of the book the first thing they saw was a loose paper. “Journal and scrolls of Royal law were all scribed in Latin and later translated to various languages around the world, Back then- as English is now, Latin was the highest form language of the land. According to the time stamp on this book, it was amongst the last pieces written into Lycan law.” The elder looked around.

I wrapped my hand around my sleeve, picked up the scroll, and shook it loose. At the top, in an archaic script, was the name Rumpel Kracknuts. Beneath it was a diagram of symbols I didn’t recognize, but they formed a ritual circle. “Griff.” I turned the parchment toward him. “Does this make any sense to you?” He leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “Ogham symbols of a Celtic variety, combined with Gaelic letters to form an Enochian invocation. It’s a faerie summoning.”

The relaxed father was gone, replaced by the worried Alpha. "Seraphina is helping with the Solstice planning," Ethan said, his voice stiff. "Since... well, since yesterday." "I can help," Emily said. "I know the guest list. I know the protocols." "Do you?" Seraphina asked. She picked up a stack of heavy parchment invitations. "These are written in High Lycan. Can you read them, Emily? Or will they look like a map to you?" The insult was precise. Surgical. Emily flinched. The headache pulsed.

“ I feel like I have seen a couple of these from my history class. . like some alphabet used by old tribes.” “Angelique. .” She heard that enchanting female voice again. She looked around to see where the voice is coming from and noticed a particular slab of concrete that seems to glow. Cautiously, she went closer and noticed it has an engraving of a flower. It has six pointy petals and a circular center. “These are daffodils.” With her curiosity getting the best of her, Angelique reached her hand to touch the carving. And the world went black. -+-

“Wait… Did you hear anything specific? A word, a phrase?” I nodded. “Gilly mumbled something before this all began. “Priori incantatem.” It didn’t make sense at first, but now…” Rachel’s eyes lit up with recognition. She grabbed her satchel, pulling out one of the ancient books she always carried. Her fingers flew across the pages, searching until she froze.

Merry said. "Yes, you're right. But how would I know if you guys didn't change the contents of the parchment, huh?" Albert raised one eyebrow. "We both know what you're capable of," he continued in a low voice. Merry smiled and shook his head. "I didn't do anything to the parchment, Alpha Albert. I don't even understand the language. Only Goldenwolf gets that language," Merry said, which made Albert raise an eyebrow. Goldenwolf? What is Goldenwolf? Albert had never heard of it. Was Merry referring to him?

Caela appeared in the east wing doorway at the eleventh hour. She had been in the records hall with Maren since morning. She came in now with the specific quality she had when she had finished something and wanted them to know. She said: "Section thirty-one." Nyra said: "You wrote it." She said: "Yes." She said: "In the new writing system." She said: "Yes." She held out the paper. The new writing system was precise and structured — the standard characters with the layered language marks above and below, building a density of meaning that standard writing could not carry. She had been writing in it for two months. Maren could read it now. Nyra was still learning.

She found herself descending back to the ground again. "It would help" the Priestess sounded omniscient before everything became quiet. "Kaiser, something is written on this leaf. But what language is that?" Kyra murmured with a deep frown. On the surface of the dry leaf, something is written with black ink. "Its Valkarie, an ancient tongue of Lycan's" Kaiser replied while looking at the leaf. "I wear a coat of moss, The tallest guard you’ve ever seen. I hold no keys, yet lock the shade,

“Makillah… kweyah sangisa bango—” I froze mid-sentence as something clicked. There were drawings of what looked like runes. Strange patterns. And that same word again. “Makillah…” A sharp realization struck me. It was from the old tongue—spoken mostly by vampires and witches. My heart began to race. The old tongue was something none of us bothered to learn, despite our mother’s insistence. I was the only one who had picked up a few words. So how was Rylan writing it so fluently?

I stepped forward, my voice low. “Child of the Moon… do you seek Selene’s blessing?” She nodded once, her gaze drifting from the altar to the sky. A cold wind stirred the banners. I dipped my fingers into the oil, whispered the chant, and reached for her belly— And the world came undone. Heat shot up my arm. Glyphs flared beneath her skin — not Selene’s script, but something older, carved from before the stars were sown. A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: