Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

She was full of herself and She had totally forgotten that Yael had earlier on told her about how these other griffins were considered still young as they had only hatched from their eggs after the disaster that befell the phoenix witch kingdom. "Are you saying that Xyla doesn't yet understand the phoenix language like Yalck?" That was all Tiana could guess from what she understood so far. "Yes, you are right, princess." Yael nodded with a smile, glad that the princess was very intelligent and quick to understand things. "But didn't I call her using the phoenix language? How did she understand that and she listened to my call?" Tiana asked, utterly confused.

I think it's an anagram. ~~ "Actually, it's a kind of ancient Lykonian language that witches may use to encrypt a message. And you aren't wrong about it being an anagram either, Kael," Kael's mother said as we settled round the cushion in the parlor back in Reid's castle. Despite her being human, I was amazed at her deep level of knowledge with the Luparian language and culture. Much better than mine to say the least. "Well, there should be a way to demystify that, right?" Cassius asked.

My eyes could not believe what I was seeing. “Who… are you?” An old man, with ragged clothes and a withered expression, was coming out from behind the trees. He was a human, the first one I have ever seen here. “What are you doing here?” I grabbed the small knife behind my back instinctively. “********” “What?” “******** ?” The man started speaking in some strange language. I could barely hear his raspy, tired voice. “Can you understand Listerian?” At the village, we speak the ancient elven tongue Dryasian. However, we all know Listerian, the main language here in the continent of Krel. I am afraid this poor soul does not understand either.

They rolled out in a hushed whisper, sharp and rhythmic, almost like a chant. “Vash’thal murien… a’sorik drahn.” The sound of it made the hairs rise on the back of my neck. It wasn’t our language. It wasn’t any human tongue I’d heard before. It was old—older than the walls around us, older than the blood in my veins. The kind of language you didn’t learn unless you’d lived long enough to see centuries pass. “What did you say?” I demanded, my voice cutting the air between us.

I told him sternly and he chuckled. "We are a half vampire, sis. We are only visiting," he replied nonchalantly and my eyes narrowed at him. "We don't even know the language, stupid," I growled bitterly and he ignored me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the main street. "Does anyone here speak English?" Galen shouted and I shrank back in embarrassment. A few hands went up into the air and Galen waved over a well-groomed gentleman who had his eyes glued on me. The scent of rich cashmere and musk filled my nostrils and I watched the man with dark steel blue eyes and thick dark hair come closer to us.

“You’re using the common language with me. It’s always strange when you do that. Is something wrong?” “Always? I thought since you were a mortal, it was better this way. You may not know this but using the fae language is taxing on young mortals.” “That must explain the countless nosebleeds I got while learning it.” “You are mistaken. Fae language cannot be learnt. It is written down in mortal books, yes, but it is a horrid, inaccurate translation. Natural talent and blessing from the gods is required to be able to speak the language.” “Oh. No wonder you were surprised when I said I was able to learn the language. Well, I have rested enough.”

It had been 10 years, and these direwolves were huge, beastly, and ferocious as ever. At once, she saw Nyxar, the black fury, growling, about to pounce on her. She yelled out in the ancient Lycan language: "Vhaln’dir Gryndor, Nyxar, ir’ah Lýkaar dox, vil thar’ak jhor enril dóxa tharh’Lykarin?" she yelled, her voice grating and hoarse, her eyes shut, uncertain of what would happen. The beasts paused at once.

“Makillah… kweyah sangisa bango—” I froze mid-sentence as something clicked. There were drawings of what looked like runes. Strange patterns. And that same word again. “Makillah…” A sharp realization struck me. It was from the old tongue—spoken mostly by vampires and witches. My heart began to race. The old tongue was something none of us bothered to learn, despite our mother’s insistence. I was the only one who had picked up a few words. So how was Rylan writing it so fluently?

They were too ready to rake through Raphael’s luscious, long black hair. “I’ll admit I don’t really know much about you yet.” He reached for his own half of the sandwich. “But I figured you knew Gaelic since you spoke volumes of it during the night in your sleep.” “What are you talking about?” She laughed. “I don’t talk in my sleep. And I certainly don’t know Gaelic. Isn’t that an old Irish language?” “Yes, it’s actually ancient Celtic in origin. I happen to know the language quite well, and you, my dear, spoke Gaelic with the aplomb of someone who’s spoken it all her life.”

“When you first woke up. It didn’t sound like English. Or anything I’ve heard before.” I stared at her. “I did?” She nodded. Zane added, “It sounded… celestial.” “What?” I asked, confused. “You know,” Lila said. “The ancient language. The one that’s said to come from the gods or the stars or something. That only a few people can speak anymore.” “I don’t speak celestial,” I said quickly. “I’ve never even tried. I don’t even know what it sounds like.” “You do now,” Lila said, trying to smile but scared. “Maybe the Moon Goddess did something to you?”