Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

Their existence is shrouded in ancient customs, their knowledge focused on lore and the lingua antiqua - the ancient language. “Of course I can read,” Lyric says, her chin lifting instantly, her brown eyes flashing with genuine offense. Her reaction is gratifying. “English, I mean. I know all the Greyhearts can read and write the ancient language. Which is truly impressive. I meant no offence, Luna.” The forbidden title slips out, a slip of the tongue I immediately regret, though the irony of calling her a Luna when she’s just vehemently rejected the mating is almost amusing. “Don’t call me that,” she snaps, the soft veneer of deference gone. “Yes, my father saw to it that I could read and w

Maybe because it was far more relevant to me. The Malkara supposedly contained everything about wolves, Lycans, dragon shifters, hybrids, cursed bloodlines… creatures like me. Demigod hybrids. I sat down and opened the tome, intending to skim through it quickly. I expected ancient knowledge, histories, and hidden truths. Instead, my eyes landed on a single sentence repeated endlessly, filling the parchment: “The sleeping tongue remembers only the blood that first taught it to speak, because blood restores the forgotten language and breaks the seal that was never forged for keys.”

“That language he used... Have you ever heard it before? Anywhere?” He went still, the warmth from his arm tightening around me. “No,” he said after a beat. “But I’ve heard of it.” I sat up, curiosity sharpening. “What do you mean?” “There’s an old tongue,” he began slowly, as if dredging words from a place he rarely visited. “Older than the packs. Older than the treaties. Older than the founding bloodlines. My grandfather used to say it was the language the first wolves spoke, before the Moon Goddess gave us the gift of speech as we know it now.” His eyes locked with mine. “It’s not spoken anymore, Lyra. Not for centuries. Not even taught. The only place I’ve ever heard it mentioned–”

“Twegen healfan anre hwælnes clypia swa hi sylfe gemæne, Þæt him to gebyreþ bi wyrd and blōd. Se þe hi lufiaþ nis fullice eall, and hærgtrum cymþ of sweartre lyfte. Hwæt! Se feonda cymþ gegyred mid readum blodorosan, and þa tidas beon tobrocene.” After she uttered the words she suddenly dropped from the air and coughed up blood. The Pope then instantly healed her and placed her back on the chair. Then he worriedly asked her. “What happened Olgana, why is your prophecy in a language we cannot understand? Is this a bad omen? What is going on.” “Calm down Leon, I only saw flashes of red and blood covered in a dark sky and eyes red as blood. The language is the l------” Before she can finish wha

She looked right at the Oracle's eyes and spoke in an unknown ancient language. "Véxkíñ àbek yöskên dénzènx màlîgasansk" The Oracle took in a sharp breath just as Gwen spoke those words and they could see her body tremble very bad and a very distorted high pitched scream was out from her mouth, that was able to shatter the shield breaking it into tiny pieces, but before it could touch them or the ground it dissisipated into thin air. As they watched the phenomenon happen, they heard a bone chilling growl and were horrified with what they saw.

“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.”

Where was she heading with all these questions? Piano. One more. Yellow or navy blue? Navy blue. Gwenevere shook her head. “This is total opposite of me. Man, it’s gon’ take some time to understand you.” She continued to type into her phone. I’m pleased to tell you Mykel, that you are a Melancholy. Williams closed one of his eyes. What? What was that? Didn’t melancholy mean sad? Are you saying I’m a sad person? Gwenevere tapped her chin with her fingers.

The king was not letting her go any nearer as he studied the ceiling, which didn’t seem to be disintegrating anymore. Octavia made Pellethia stay where she was, and walked forward to retrieve the object. The consort handed it to the empress, and everyone gathered around her to see that it was a scroll. Upon unrolling it, foreign linguistic characters were presented before them, ones that no lycan could read. “Succoglyphs,” Xandar murmured. “Translation?” Greg reluctantly muttered, once again reliving his hate for history. Lucianne responded, “Ancient vampire writings.”

My question pulled André from the depths of the book's pages, and he gave me a small smile. "Nothing much. I finally found a book with extensive information about the descendants of Selene, and I'm reading about it." I peered into the book again and still seemed confused about the language. I just looked like a bunch of scribbles that went back and forth across the paper. "What language is this?" He smirked. "Ancient Lycan. It is a very old werewolf language, and only a few wolves read it, and even fewer can still write it."

After listening to it I looked up at my dad only to see his hardened jaw and wide eyes, he was busy contemplating something when I pulled him from his reverie. "So, what is she saying, do you understand it?" Shaking his head my dad looks up at me with a deep frown sketched across his face. "There is no way that Rainn could know this, it's not the Gaian we've all been exposed to over the years son." I immediately saw a sudden twitch in his eyes as his wolf shimmered across his eyes like a tornado. "She was speaking a very old and ancient Gaian language." Instantly feeling tense and concerned for my mate I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I had been holding,