Gallifreyan Alphabet Novels & Stories

“But you don’t… they are …” His brain was starting to short circuit with how they could be blood related. She sighed and rolled her eyes. It was annoying. When people see them, they notice the different hues they all have. It irritated her that they naturally assumed that all the Greek gods and goddesses were of Anglo-Saxons persuasion. Like the humans they watched over they were all of different tones and hues “We’re not adopted. If you don’t understand genetic makeup, I couldn’t possibly explain it to you.” “Mee ooow. Aren’t you a feisty kitten?”

“I don’t want her suffering.” Gael stared at me for a long moment. Then his expression hardened. “Fine,” he muttered. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He lifted his hand. Silver fire coiled around his fingers, spiraling into runes I didn’t recognize—ancient, jagged symbols that hummed with lunar power. The rift split wider with a scream. Cold wind blasted through the clearing, whipping my hair forward. The trees bowed low, shadows elongating, ground trembling. The Veil-walker stepped back, face grim.

“They? I didn’t say anything. Go fuck yourself, I won’t tell you anything, torture me if you want you won’t get anything out of me.” How did I not notice before? Looking carefully, I see that there are purple flecks in Gavyn’s eyes. “Gavyn?” Alaina whispers. I have to say I am shocked at how soft her voice is. “Fenrir.” I look at Alaina, that must be Gavyn’s Lycan’s name but how did she know? ‘You have to ask?’ I roll my eyes, yeah, I guess she has a bit of an unfair advantage to us mere mortals.

He looked at the room which was already half-organized, and then at the open book in my lap. “You’re... reading?” he asked, his voice full of disbelief. I quickly stood up, tucking my hands behind my back. “I’m sorry, Beta Kael. I was just... moving them.” Kael walked into the room, his heavy boots silent on the dusty floor. He picked up a scroll I had just labeled. His eyes widened. “This is a high-court script, Alyse. Only the children of Alphas, Betas and Gammas are taught this. How do you know how to read this?”

They were alive. Between us loomed the door. No, calling it a door was too small. A gate, carved from mosaic slabs, each piece a shard of colored stone depicting dragon wings spanning the chamber. At its center, words glowed in shifting script, binding Everley precision with Nerezza shadow-etching, Hawthorne claw-runes, and a flame spiral I recognized as Aurelian: “Fang. Flame. Shadow. Stars.” Four trials. Four heirs. No more, no less.

Anna said again. Alarick then took the spell and recited it silently. He recognized the ancient letters. It is an ancient language that has become extinct in modern times. "So, with this spell, when I say June Hanson's name, then June's life will come out along with this ruby ​​heart?" asked Alaric. "That's right, Alaric. You still remember how to read the letters, right?” asked Anna to make sure. "Of course," Alarick replied with a smile.

"My instincts are screaming that this isn't something to joke with. It reads like a prophecy. A damn death sentence." Nicklaus settles on the couch, pulling out a thin, rune-engraved tablet. "Give me a second. I'll cross-reference this with the Alpha Codex backup I stored." I watch his fingers glide over the screen, zooming in on the scroll's inscriptions. Nicklaus mutters under his breath, ancient symbols flashing on the device. "There," he says finally, pausing. "These markings-look here. See this curve? And this pattern of slashes? They're from the old wolf dialect... one only used by Firstblood Alphas."

A searing, golden light bled from her skin, carving deep, intricate grooves into the rock. "She’s writing," Victor whispered. He stepped forward, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the cradle. "Elodie, look at the wall. These aren't just scratches." The golden lines formed letters. Ancient, sharp-edged characters that shouldn't exist. They spread like a virus across the nursery, the light so intense it cast long, distorted shadows of the furniture against the floor. "She called a name, Victor. Kaelen. I’ve never heard it. Not in the archives, not in the pack histories. Who the f**k is Kaelen?" Elodie stood up, her fingers digging into her own palms.

M’chak Owan Sòlas Verion Veron Bouron Velara " Viraghon Menyr Ankar " V’ron Lucôs Menlenar Gordar Goran Kelar Nolor " Gratar Dasea IV Nesmenia " Gor Eron Manar " Gronan Menrath III Nezea Télà Balac Bramêth Ozwan " Teran Illias Òscathar

she explained. “So is it a number, a letter, a word?” I asked, digging out my phone to G****e it. I frowned because I just kept finding this weird symbol. “Because I’m just seeing this symbol, and it’s giving me weird Prince vibes from when he went by a symbol.” I frowned. “Well, it’s a letter. Like Alpha, it’s just the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet.” Delilah explained. While I was trying to seriously think about which title sounded better, André started humming Kiss by Prince. I groaned, covering my face with one hand as he went from humming to singing.