Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

He snapped, barely containing his fury, “Thalion is a Prince and you better show him respect.” She scoffed, a cunning smile creeping upon her face. “It’s not like he can understand me; Elf’s don’t speak English.” In the Elven culture, their language is a combination of French and Ancient Latin. One cannot begin to grasp the level of difficulty in trying to learn it and I might have went overboard in my research. Truthfully, I believed they existed within history and became extinct as the centuries went by since no one has spoken about them. A smile perched on my lips, I’m so glad that it wasn’t true.

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

"gods, baby. You have no fucking idea how much power you have over me. I could come just from your scent alone." It takes effort to swallow. Focus Bethany. Don't be affected. I can't afford to get hot and bothered by anything they say tonight. I need to show them I'm not someone to fuck with ever again. Asad approaches, finally meeting my gaze as his tongue slips out to drag slowly across his lower lip. “Veyra Shunal ekto, na Thaloria’rel," he murmurs. Lunareth is a rare ancient language that was spoken by the first gods. I learnt it while I was being built into what I am.

Lilith exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as her mind ease, she shared her memories of today with Ethel. "Wow," Ethel said as the memory of him fingering her appeared. Soon Ethel found the right memory, "Hontiamos relavesia." She whispered in Purtaliamas Darci's realm's language, each realm had its own language and culture, Darci was a Purtalian. The wind went through their hair as she did the spell whispers were heard suddenly Ethel lets go of her hand. "So is he telling the truth?" Lilith asked, knowing he was.

Kael finally pulled back just an inch, his thumb tracing Lyra’s cheekbone. Then, her gaze shifted. She looked over Kael’s shoulder, her violet eyes locking onto mine. The playful warmth in her expression changed into something deep, ancient, and respectful. She stepped out of Kael’s embrace and walked toward me. She didn't bow, but she dipped her head in a way that felt like a royal salute. “Aethel-Vae, Asha-mura starr,” she said, her voice echoing with a strange, melodic power. I froze. It was the same language from my dream. The same language from the forbidden book. Without thinking, the meaning flooded my mind. “The Star-Breather awakens in the shadow.”

I only hoped he would understand. ‘Are you sure about this? Once I’ve begun there’s no going back.’ Giving her the go-ahead Freya begun to chant. The words she spoke were from an old language, one that had been banned centuries ago. I may not have paid attention in school to regular lessons, but to these ones I did. I had always held a fascination for the dead language and now I knew why. It was in my blood whether I liked it or not.

Then a gentle, knowing smile appeared on her lips. “It’s alright, child,” she said gently. “The first of our kind did not speak the languages we use today. They spoke Lunari—a sacred and ancient language given to them directly by the Moon Goddess. After the fall of the First Wolf, the language slowly disappeared from the world. It was no longer spoken by ordinary people and survived only in old relics, hidden temples, and ancient artifacts like this one.” She paused and looked closely at the pattern of runes carved into the bead. “So what does this say?”

Eliza scoffs, “Demonic is two languages in one, dwarven is sharp and has so many glottal stops. Angelic is demonic but kind of reversed, and elvish is so breathy it barely uses words. Draconic is hard, don’t get me wrong but it’s not the most difficult to speak, that would be Orcish. I never got the hang of it, so many growls, and if you get the tone wrong, you’re unintentionally insulting someone’s mother.” Serena laughs and nods,

Kelly instructed after she made sure Greta had the stone. Greta didn’t believe anyone would leave. There’d been too many things happening in town for these people not to want to see it to the end. “I’m sorry, but I’m forced to read this part out in the old tongue because I didn’t have time to translate it. I translated the other parts to make it easier for you. That shouldn’t change the ritual in any fashion.” With the grimoire from the cabinet propped up on a stone, Kelly began by reading something out loud. It was definitely not in English and, to Greta’s surprise, it wasn’t in Latin either. This language, whatever it was, she’d never heard before and it made Greta wonder why this graceful

Halo Noel: My father read it to me when I was about your age, running around Arlingfell. Gael Slater: What language does Arlingfell speak? Halo chuckles. Gael Slater: And what do you mean by adults? Halo Noel: To answer your first question; We speak British English, and many languages there, as Arlingfell, is a coalition of independent nations from all over the world. We have a king, seven states, also known as duchies, and our national animal is the Cebu Flowerpecker. Gael grins at the response.