Gallifreyan Language Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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?”

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

“How?” “Observation portal during the assault organized by General Malik in enemy territory. I saw the transformation with my own eyes. Red eyes, black claws, shadow wings. She broke a demon-silver sword with her bare hands. A war vampire dropped to his knees before her on instinct, and then she spoke to him in the Dark Language and let him flee.” The King didn’t blink. “She speaks the Language?” “With native fluency. As if she were born speaking it. She also reads the altar inscriptions. Malik sent an infiltrated spy who confirmed the omega spends hours in the Lycán advisor’s library studying Dark Language texts.”

pausing for a moment, Fenryn gave a thoughtful look, as if thinking for the word he wanted, then with confusion, Fenryn continued with, “what is that word... you know, means, um, long sleep?” At first, the elder lady held an amused expression as Fenryn attempted to reply in her own language. His misuse of his word Fahalin (blood) instead of Ma'fahalan to mean family or clan member entertained her. However, the more he spoke, the more serious she became and she asked, now speaking in the common tongue, “you mean she has been attacked, and is now unconscious?”

She added as she walked past us, murmuring something I couldn't understand at all. 'That's their own language in their small town!' Suddenly, Katrina's voice sprang up at the back of my thoughts. Oh! I forgot! Since Logan had already marked me, I was now a member of their kingdom. I could mind-link them anytime and anywhere, as long as the signal still reached the link. 'What language is that?!' I asked, curious. I had never heard that there was another language in the werewolf world. 'A mixture of Latin and ancient Greek!' Katrina replied as we both followed Miranda downstairs. 'It's hard to understand and learn. But if you want to learn, there is only one book in the palace that has that l

At the centre of the table was a large, silver goblet, which seemed to shimmer in the light. Along the walls of the room were several bookcases, filled with ancient tomes and texts, all written in a language that looked like a combination of Greek and Latin. Above the bookcases hung portraits of the previous Lycan council members, each one staring down from their frame with an almost lifelike intensity. The elders listened intently, but Liam could tell that they were still sceptical. When he finished, there was a long moment of silence. Finally, one of the elders spoke.

“Do you not understand how precarious our position here is? How dangerous? When my superior asks me why a man, a vampire, introduces himself by those words… It looks bad and that is dangerous.” She swallowed hard. Talen. Talen was in the town. “Thaelen Gulgane,” she said softly holding his eyes. “Means freedom in my native tongue. It is a language which is dead to all but vampires now. I am certain that this man did not use those words, unless he is a vampire who originated from my homeland. Perhaps your second in charge and this Father Isaiah misheard.” His eyes searched hers. “I need to change the words, Meg,” he said softly. “Just in case. How do I change the words on the cuffs?”

he says. “That’s what it says?” I ask. “Yes.” “I got that all wrong.” “What do you have?” I show him my notepad. At the top I wrote a description for the book and below it. ‘How hunters kill things.’ “It’s close enough to get the meaning across,” he remarks. “These languages died out, and we’ve lost some of the knowledge to time. It is written in arcane Latin. Extremely old. It was old when the Lycans started dying.”

Potolo asked him. “Excuse me, mister.” The goblin was not speaking the common tongue, Omnian. But Potolo was able to understand the goblin’s language. “Eldwan, huh?” Eldwan was the ancient language used by both dwarves and elves. In the modern era, their languages branched into two languages known as simply dwarven and elven. They still share some similarity though. After knowing the language, Potolo decided that he should speak the same language . “Is something the matter?” He asked again.

As my story has developed, I have added in a Fae language. Since the story lines follow ancient Greek gods and goddesses, I have used ancient Greek for the Fae language and Latin for witch's spells. I might as well put all those high school Latin lessons to use. Truth be told, I love languages, especially my own native language, Māori. I did think of adding that into the story line as the Fae language, but I didn't think it fitted as well as Ancient Greek.