Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

Hopefully today could be a relatively slow day so that I would not have to worry about doing work later before I make my way over to Alveric’s place. Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.) I sat there in awe as I continued to stare at the guardians. They were still in a trance like state but now they have both started to mutter incoherent words under their breath. Well…I thought they were muttering incoherent words, until I realized they were speaking Latin. Not just any version of Latin, but a long-lost version of it that has not been used in centuries. With multiple variations of the language, this version was solely spoken by the first Gods to ever roam the Earth looking for imperfections.

Fеlicity's voicе, infusеd with arcanе powеr, еchoеd through thе air as shе commandеd thе crеaturе in a languagе not hеard by mortal еars in cеnturiеs. Thе words rollеd off hеr tonguе in anciеnt, guttural tonеs, a languagе of forgottеn incantations and forbiddеn knowlеdgе. It was a languagе spokеn only by thosе who had dеlvеd dееp into thе darkеst cornеrs of magic, unlocking sеcrеts that othеrs could not fathom.

the swan spoke, but it wasn’t Miss Banfey’s voice. Gallahan’s lips broke into a proud grin. “Of course, they are, Leika. But you wouldn’t have come here just to gawk at my children, right?” “Hm.” “So anything from Zee?” The swan bobbed her head up and down in confirmation. Then the voice of Miss Banfey resonated from its mouth. “Damn you.” Gallahan cackled. It was a full-bodied laugh, twinkling with life and something that encompassed the man that Gallahan was. It was a sound that was as enchanting as the swan’s beautiful appearance.

Aconite had found out from court gossip. Of course, I had found out that within the palace walls, most people could speak Latin but was informed that there was a ‘new age’ Latin that basically everyone here spoke, or the ‘dead language’ Latin which is what Kyrell had said; Emrys had tried to explain it, but I was honestly still confused. “My father,” Emrys spoke with grit. “Cannot speak Old Latin.”

She wanted to survive. A guttural chant began to leave Kaelen's lips. The language was ancient, spoken only by the high royals of the solar court. With every syllable he uttered, the air in the room grew heavy, thick with pressure. The pack bond frayed under the sheer density of the magic pouring into the room. Then came the snap.

Amelie joined our hands. “This might hurt,” she warned. “Everything lately can hurt,” I replied. She let out a brief, sad laugh, then began to sing. I didn’t understand the language. It wasn’t a werewolf, or human, or the crystalline tone of the fairies. It was an ancient tongue, rooted in the earth and the throat, a language that seemed to have been invented before anyone decided that words had to be beautiful. The mark on the back of my neck grew warm, Arsel squeezed my hand, and the oath glowed.

“The ancient language of werewolves, said to be gifted directly from the Moon Goddess.” Dominic took the certificate from my hands, his scarred face intent as he studied the text. “I can pick out odd words; ‘luna’ means moon, ‘cuprea’ has something to do with copper, ‘stellis’ refers to stars; but nothing helpful. Lupine Primordial is notoriously difficult to translate. The meanings shift depending on who’s speaking and when.” The characters seemed to pulse beneath his fingers, calling to me. I found myself reaching for the document again, drawn to it by some force I couldn’t name. As I took it back, the words rearranged themselves in my mind, suddenly transparent as glass.

A language older than any of us had ever heard flowed through the hall like water finding an ancient riverbed. Seraphine's eyes widened. "I don't know that language." Neither did Eldric. Neither did Ragnar. Even Valerius and Cassian exchanged unsettled glances. Only the First Hollowed understood. When the final word faded into silence, tears rolled freely down his face. "I remember." His voice broke. "It was the Oath of the First Keepers." Eamon blinked several times before looking around in confusion. "What... did I say?" "You remembered," the First Hollowed whispered. "Nothing more." Zenith suddenly drew a quiet breath. The child had moved. A gentle warmth flowed through our bond. I rested

“You were able to read through the content?” Atariah furrowed her brows in concern. “Was I not supposed to be able to read through?” “The words were written in our ancient language, and you understood them?” She pressed on. Atariah blinked in surprise, she didn’t even realize that, as she had easily read through each page and sentence with no issue. “So?” “It is a Lupine language, still spoken by a few of us around here,” Helga added. “Well, I learned a lot of languages for fun when I was growing up. I didn’t even think this was peculiar to a particular group. So I don’t understand what you two are pointing at.” Atariah said.

What is she saying? There was silence for a few seconds, then power exploded from the body of the amber-eyed. He bared his teeth, glowering at her, well, me, in anger. "Who are you?" He shouted in a strange language. "How can you speak our mother tongue?! Outsiders, no, not even 80% of elves who aren't royals can. They know it but they can never understand it, let alone speak it!" "To know it is to die," Zinnia smiled sickly. "Do you wish to find out?"