Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

Kole asked. "A little but I can't blame her poor appetite." "Are you injured, Mistress?" Ishilia escorted Nyxie in. "Chan eil, a dhol a lorg a 'leigheas," she replied. "She's speaking Scottish Gaelic," Kali blinked. "I guess she learned the language." "Why is her speaking another language so sexy?" Erys grinned. Kali shook her head and walked out, doing whatever it was she did when she left. Len and Ver left to go see Kanna. Now it was just Kole, Erys and Nyx.

Well… Darryl scratched at his head in the face of Rachelle's confusion, before explaining slowly, "They're called Garans. They're only found in the Godly Secret Realm. And I just… happened to know a bit of beast language, so I was able to talk to them." "Don't just see them as bumbling creatures. They hate evil with a vengeance, as you could see from what they did to Martin." As he spoke, Darryl's expression was serious yet his gaze flashed with uncertainty. To tell the truth, the fact that he was the Royal Master was far too shocking of a fact for anyone to believe. This was why Darryl had decided against telling Rachelle the truth. Beast language? Rachelle stared at Darry intently, shock a

she murmured groggily. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not yet. Connor stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “You heard that?,” I said quietly. He nodded. “Every word.” Kayla frowned slightly, confused. “What? What’s wrong?” Connor’s gaze stayed locked on me. Then he said, “That phrase—it’s in an ancient werewolf dialect that has mostly faded into extinction. I only know a few words because my father was a scholar who was obsessed with keeping the language alive.”

[Kian] “Wait, you can read this?” Carys asked Alpha King. “Yes,” King Elysar said. I looked at the foreign letters on the pages of that book. “What language is this?” I asked. “Faemorish,” Carys said. “Ruin said it was an extinct language. How do you know it?” Carys contemplated King Elysar. “Oh. Well…” he cleared his throat. “I am old. I know stuff you guys don’t.”

(The Man) The man's voice was calm and proud, though he just said a few words it's was enough to shake my very being. Because the language he spoke was the lost ancient language far older than High Elves and Dragons, I remember studying this language back when I was royalty, it was so difficult to master even Grand Scholar took 100 years just to learn to read their writings. I wasted 260 years just to learn and master them; I thought it's just a waste of time, who would've thought I heard them here. The entire world called them with many names the language of first, Language of Power, Words of Destroyer, Language of The Origin, but all of them were the same thing, which it can only be spoken

Tone cautious. “No…No, I meant…I don’t know where the parchment went. I swear it was just here!” My voice cracks. “That language is known only to the enchanted. Witches. Wizards. Healers. Werewolves. Vampires. How does a human speak it so fluently?” He stares at me like I’m some creature dragged out of myth. “I don’t know, Gerald! It just…came out. Why are you making this such a big deal?” I snap, shoving out of bed and yanking on my robe. I try to storm past him, but his hand closes around my wrist, pulling me back against his chest.

She ran out of the kitchen. “Nallon sí var.” He said. “Manen síve?” She replied. “Ú- vilda!” He looked pissed. “What hunters?” Hilda looked up at them. Aethon and Petra looked shocked. “Is that Sindarin?” Hilda stood up. “No, it's not.” “How did you..” Petra turned to her. “I am a demon, we understand a lot of languages.” She smiled. “Oh! It's Quenya! Ancient language of the elves!”

The minions went to help Mel get back to her feet. Mel's parents rushed out of kitchen and quickly took in the scene. “I want everyone not blood related or mated to these three out of the house right now " I ordered, my voice sounded strange as I began to speak the ancient language of the Lockhart's. Siren witches of old spoke the language, but it's slowly going extinct along with Siren witches. Whatever witches they have now in Lygion aren't true sirens.They are wannabes. "Grabhadh gluaiseacht"

Alistair looked at Darrin, while Calix looked at the guard and spoke. "You will stand still and answer all our questions. You will not raise any alarm whatsoever and you will not hide anything from us" "Your wish is our command" Darrin and the guard answered obediently. "Done" Alistair and Calix told Rason. "What language was that?" Elena asked. "It's an ancient supernatural language". Rason told her. Fife looked at Darrin and the guard who were standing still obediently. "What did you do to them?"

I explained. I would have thought that as long as Shade had been around that she would have memorized most, if not all, of the spells she used. However, there were piles of paper with writing on them. I still have no idea what language this is, either. I am beginning to think that it might be some type of fae language. “What about an elven language?” Phlegyas asked. “Fuck I never thought of that. It definitely could be elven in origin. That could make it even more difficult to find someone to read it though.” I answered.