Gallifreyan Alphabet Novels & Stories

Gareth made a hasty escape before he was knocked out. *** “Do all important messages have to be sent from here?” I asked as we roamed the cold walls of the Alpha Isle castle. Elowen nodded. “For legitimacy reasons. I guess it’s more professional, too.” Gareth wanted her to schedule an emergency meeting for the next few days. “It’s such a beautiful castle. I can’t believe Gareth’s going to let this place turn into an office building.” Elowen sighed. “It would have been difficult to live here anyway. This castle has information on every wolf born to the shifter world. Everything is organised according to packs, rank, special needs and Alphabetical order!”

said Little Fairy softly. They looked to the pagoda the moment she said such. The top of the pagoda indeed had a few huge golden words carved on it. However, these words were from an ancient language that none of these fairies recognized. “Darryl, can you understand them?” Wendy asked. At that moment, the six fairies had subconsciously considered Darryl as someone omnipotent inwardly. Darryl looked at the writings and smiled. These words were seal s, an ancient writing style which not many people could read at the present.

“You’re looking a little pale. Maybe I should really just heal that wound-” “No,” I said, taking a step back. “Sorry. No. I… I have to go.” I swiftly turned around to leave, but Zuleika gripped my arm tightly and asked, “Go where, Gallahan?” At the same time, the hummingbird spoke into my ear again, whispering, “Remember, think clearly of Willa and say Embre Ta Bulan Alfiero.” And as soon as it was done giving the reminder, it popped into a twinkling rain of dust, which then vanished into nothing.

The beasts paused at once. He snarled and growled as he turned back, and the other direwolves followed. Alpha Axel's eyes narrowed at the pit, the Direwarder shocked to his core as they watched Ava gasp, unscathed. "Translate what she told the direwolves!" Alpha Axel demanded. It sounded familiar to him. It was the ancient Lycan language, which he had learned some years back. He wasn’t fluent, as his late sister Aemma had been the only one enthusiastic about the language, but he could understand only "ir’ah Lýkaar dox," which translated to "I am of the blood of Lycans."

The knight squinted, looking at the unusual letters. - So everything is clear here! – Felix exclaimed. The vampires' eyebrows shot up synchronously. -Can you read this? – Tristan was surprised. It was difficult for him to believe that a person knew a language unknown to vampires. - This is an ancient lunar one. We studied it at the paladin academy. -Are you also a paladin? – no longer hiding his surprise, Tristan soared. “Unsuccessful, unfortunately,” Felix smiled sadly, turning to the blond. – But this is a long story. And this is what is written here:

he finally said. Oh, right. Back to the scratches on the map. But the more I looked at them, the more they resembled patterns…even languages. “Is that a foreign language?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “How could a map contain so much information?” “I wonder,” Kate whispered softly. Fenrir ran his thumb over the jagged lines, breathing heavily. "Arkhaon…Lykos…ghal-Zul," he murmured. Well, it was no ordinary murmur, because those strange Lycan words rolled off his tongue in a low, deep growl that sent shivers straight down my spine.

Young in a way she hadn’t felt since before the world broke. “Okay,” she whispered. “Show me.” Melody opened the book. The parchment inside was pale and smooth, not cracked with age like it should have been. The ink shimmered — not just black, but silver, like starlight trapped in symbols. The letters weren’t in modern script. They curled and spiraled, old and elegant, like spells. “It’s written in High Moonsong,” Jessica said. “Old Alpha tongue. Pre-schism. Before the packs we know split.”

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

Hours passed as Warren and Theria tore through the pages of all the spellbooks. Well, Theria tore through them. Warren didn't know anything about the Seelie alphabet, and when translated it resembled Gaelic. He only knew this because he looked up a translated word on the internet. Warren found his hands tensed and ready to rip up freshly printed pages. He put back on the desk, "I've reached my limit. I don't know anything about this, and I can't tell you what's going on.

The emphasis is on the SEE. The sentence: Laleîte tēn koinḕn glôssan toû Gēs Vasíleio is pronounced lah-LEH-ee-teh teen KOY-nen GLOH-ssan too GAYS Vah-see-LAY-on. The emphasis is on LEH, KOY, GLOH, GAYS and LAY. I have added translations as part of the story since none of the Wolf-Shifters speak Fae yet. Where there is no full translation, I will add it into Note Chapters along with pronunciations.