Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

The Elemental Plane official and planar language is called Plano lenguahe, which is equivalent to Filipino language in Mortal world. Next is, Mundo da Fantasian official and unity language is called Tous Language, which is equivalent to English language in Mortal world, thats why I can use English language. Next is, Enchaters and Spell Casters official and unity language, is called Anchants language, which is equivalent to Latin in Mortal World... Next is Necropolis official and unity Language is called Undead Language, which is equivalent to Chinese language in Mortal World... Next is, official and continental language of Dark Continent that called Trevasy language, which is equivalent to

Raf, who was driving the car, heard his Honey Bee’s voice. “Yeah?” Raf replied, glancing at Saraya. “How do you know so many languages?” she asked curiously, remembering that Vidhant had once mentioned Raf could speak over 25 languages. “Being the King of the entire supernatural world, I’ve to visit different regions. Not all of them can speak English, so I started learning their languages. It’s not that I’m a pro in all, because languages are endless, but I can understand most of them. Jasper and Alvin helped me a lot in this matter,” Raf explained. Saraya’s eyes widened slightly; she realized she hadn’t talked with Alvin, Jasper, or Damon even once.

“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?”

"How many of you are there?" "Millions," she answered while blending strawberries. I couldn't stop my mouth from shaping an 'O'. Werewolves were real, and they have been living among us for centuries, yet I never noticed, never even thought in my wildest dreams that such fantastical creatures could exist in reality. Opening the book, I looked through a few pages, ceasing on one with that unfamiliar language. "What language is that?" "That's our cultural language, Ikarhi." I gulped, a heavy, suffocating feeling flowing in my chest. "Wh-What is that book in the secret chamber in Hades' study?"

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

“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.”

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.

she said in a firm demanding voice. “Malagum slaistara pentigiamum anumani,” Alune’s voice rang out true as she spoke the ancient long, forgotten language of the first. The hair on the back of my neck lifted as the words of power were spoken. I copied her words, never taking my eyes from the crystal in front of Ayla. “Saniarla frantica hailum anumani,” Alune continued. The air began to crackle, and the sceptre grew hot in my hand. Repeating the unfamiliar words after Alune and focusing on the outcome we wanted, I kept steady as much as possible.