Gallifreyan Alphabet Novels & Stories

“We’ll give it a try.” “Right then.” Matthew tore off the piece of paper from the wall and folded it before keeping it inside his pants pocket. “We should look for supplies later.” Rose took out her note book that was filled with all kinds of writings. Matthew recognized almost all of them, Elven, Dwergen, Mison, Cyssian, Coronese, Tiberian, Oceanic and the common tongue of this world, Omnese. It’s breathtaking for Matthew every time he sees her note book.

Placing our bloody hands together as we intertwine our fingers, fusing our blood, the blood of an alpha’s daughter and a beta’s son, we silently solidify our bond as one. I look down at the place where I’ve marked her and I can see her vain throbbing just below my mark, and I swear I’m fucking get hard just looking at the place where I had claimed her. My canines start to lengthen in my mouth almost as if my wolf wants to mark her again, and all the while the alpha speaks words over us, the words of Gaia. There’s a moment of silence before alpha Edgar addresses Rainn with a question, “Rainn, what is Gaia?” and I watch as she swallows hard, but I tighten my grip against her bloody hand and mi

I should flash Gunner, this is a bad idea. “I am” I answered him. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying and failing to block his view of my overly exposed body. Maybe Gunner was right about this swimsuit. “And who are you?” I asked. “I am Alpha Galterio, of Origin Wolf. Descended from Gill, first son born to Lycaon” he said proudly before lowering his eyes and smiling at me wickedly, “See? We are cousins, distant cousins” he mused. “You are not my cousin” I said firmly. He chuckled and ran his hand through his slicked back dark hair. He stepped closer and smiled back at me.

“Thank you, Ward. I think we can figure this out with your help.” “I’d do anything for Aaron,” he said, and I could hear the emotion in his voice even though I was just listening to his thoughts. “How is it that you happen to read ancient Scottish Gaelic?” I asked out of curiosity. I realized Tara was trying to get me through the IAC, and while I dreaded talking to her, I knew I needed to wrap it up with Ward. “Many of the Vampires’ texts were written in that language in the day. They dominated Ireland and Scotland for centuries, so it’s no surprise. I wanted to be able to read what the enemy was writing, so I learned.”

A smile was on his face as well, it turned to a frown on seeing the portrait. That was the only reaction a sane wolf would give to the presence of anything Lycan. “Is this the Lycan you refer to? The old Lycan, Gaius?” Ray asked, with raised brows, forgetting to answer my earlier question. Gaius scoffed, annoyed at the fact Ray called him with his first name, when he was few years older. Ray called all Alphas, Betas and Deltas with their first name, they should get used to it already. He wasn’t a Royal Beta for nothing.

The Alpha had jumped onto the stage, a thirty-foot drop, just to stop a servant’s fight. It was unheard of. It was a scandal. "Alpha?" Garak stammered, backing away, his eyes wide. "The timer isn't up. She hasn't—" "If you touch her again, I will end you," Gabriel growled. His voice did not sound human; it was the deep snarl of the Alpha’s wolf. He looked down at me, and for a second, his expression changed completely. "Elvira," he whispered, his voice breaking. I think now he did not care that the Elders were staring.

Final Binding — FY‑nul BYN‑ding The last and most difficult Binding that can break and rebuild a child to reveal their final gift. Flutterflies — FLUT‑er‑flies Translucent, colorful winged insects that frequent the Gardens and are associated with change and beauty. Gilly — GIL‑ee The protagonist; a child in the Middle who has not yet bloomed a major gift and whose Markings are a thin lines and a broken triangle. Mini-Gopher / Gophers — GOH‑fer / GOH‑fers Machines (and small repair models) used throughout the complex; larger versions exist in the Upper, and Gophers are also general utility vehicles.

She pulled back slightly, looking into his desperate blue eyes—eyes that held the same strength as the wolf who had saved her during the rogue ambush. “Gael... what does your wolf look like?” she asked suddenly. He blinked, caught off guard. “Like any Alpha wolf—midnight black, though larger than most.” “Any specific marks?” She narrowed her eyes. Everything depended on this answer. “A white crescent moon on the ear. The Royal mark,” he replied, staring at her.

She turned it. The text on the following page was written in a dark, iron-gall ink that had faded to a deep, bruised brown over the years. It was laid out in dense, uniform blocks, the script narrow and geometric, with sharp angles and long, downward strokes that resembled teeth. It was the language she had recognized in the shop, the one from the library footnotes, but seeing it here, filling the page from margin to margin, made her throat tighten. The characters were shapes without sound, symbols that bypassed her linguistic training entirely.

Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page. Upon seeing the first page, all I could think was, ‘Well, I’m fucked!’ The reason being was that the book wasn’t written in English. Hell, I didn’t even know what language this was. There was one kind which was the normal Modern English alphabets — which was actually called Latin-script alphabets — although I couldn’t understand a word of it, then there were the ones that I believed to be either Greek or Russian, I was leaning more toward Greek if I was being honest because I recognized one or two symbols that were used in my least favorite subject, Calculus. I noticed the alpha, b