Novel & Cerita Gallifreyan Alphabet

We headed into the back library and feeling like I could trust Ashina; I showed her the secret passage Isla had found; we followed the path to the stairs and down, finding Alec and Thane already pouring over papers and documents. Ashina whistled, “nine hundred years, and this is the first I’m hearing of the Alphas secret library. She wandered around, glancing at the sheeves filled with scrolls. "Some of these are thousands of years old." She whispered, "it looks like someone was translating them from Gaelic into English," she noted as she inspected a desk in the corner with a half-written notebook and scroll on it. "It looks like your father's writing." She deduced to my brothers and I.

Hello readers, I will be going over a few things (mostly pronunciations of names and nicknames) of some characters so that it isn’t confusing or difficult to read. 1) Supreme Alpha Rian’s name is pronounced Ree-An 2) Former Supreme Luna Roisin’s name is pronounced Ro-Sheen 3) Former Supreme Alpha Phelan’s name is pronounced Fay-lan 4) Mo grá is Irish for “My Love” 5) Mo rí is Irish for “My King”

Willow informed her. "That is strange indeed. The text is a mix of letters between a few languages. Ancient Greek, Ancient Ogham and... Ancient Egyptian. Each letter and symbol is from a different text, so deciphering it won't be an easy task." Miss J told her before putting the book back into the box. "Have you seen something like that before?" Willow asked her as the box shook for a moment, the book disappearing and a new image took its place.

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

The air was thick with the scent of hot copper and the low-frequency hum of the stabilizers. "The Prism is a lock, Eva," Xander said, his voice dropping into the resonant chest-tone of the Alpha. "But the key isn't a password or a chemical formula. It’s a Cipher, the original language of the Wyrd, and you have to breathe it before you can speak it."

"You haven't been shown the joy of the written word?" "No," Zinjo's one-word response summed up how he felt, indifferent, "Kianzangi has no alphabet just pictures..." "Hieroglyphs?" "Can we please get back to the matter at hand," Aurelia growled loud enough the men thought twice about speaking again? She scanned the page, "Crystal made with sand of the void, runes of the ancient Lemurians, tears of a divine creature?"

I pointed out. “Your cousin is an Alpha. Male or female, his mate would have moved to be his Luna or whatever Darren is called.” Gunnar said. “Aleph. Darren is called Aleph. Delilah suggested it because it’s the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, like how Alpha is the first of the Greek. Making him and André equal.” I sighed. “Okay. Still, it doesn’t change that Darren moved because his mate held a higher rank.” Henrik shrugged. “Stephen left Bloodmoon for Amelia to be Gammas for André and Darren.” I pulled another example.

"I don’t like this." Lyla stepped closer, drawn forward by something she couldn’t name. The carvings on the coffin matched those outside but now, she could read them. Not because she had studied them. Not because they had been taught. Because they had been waiting in her blood all along. Her heart pounded as she traced the letters with her fingertips. Here lies the First Alpha. The one who was lost. The one who will rise again. Lyla’s breath hitched. Because the carvings didn’t just feel old.

The Awakening of the Heir Deep in the heart of the Nightfang Citadel, a young girl named Lyra sat in the archives. She was a direct descendant of Bastien, but she carried a rare genetic anomaly—her eyes were not the gold of a wolf, nor the indigo of the Aether-Born. They were a pale, shifting violet. "It’s happening again," Lyra whispered, her hand hovering over a piece of blank parchment. As she watched, words began to appear on the page, burned in by an invisible fire. They weren't written in any language of the Five Packs. They were written in the language of the Veil.