Novel & Cerita Gallifreyan Language

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.

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.

“And she didn’t tell me…” He was quiet again. He looked down at the ruby, reached out, and picked it up. Turned it over in his hands the way I had, running his thumb over the carved symbols on the surface. “And the book,” he said. “Did she…?” “I found it in the Winter King’s palace.” I held the grimoire out to him. “It needs translating. I happen to know someone who’s very good at that kind of thing.” Karl made a face, but took the grimoire and flipped through it. Finally, he nodded. “I’ve seen this language before. It’s very old, the first recorded language in the world. It will take some time, but I could do it.”

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.”

It was so awful! I gagged and was about to spit it out when she glared at me, making me swallow. "Do you realize your stupidity now?" "Yes, My Queen," I muttered even though I didn't know what she was talking about. "So what did you do wrong?" She asked and I kept quiet. "You don't even know," she laughed and then muttered some words in a language I couldn't recognize. Was that the language of the Lycan werewolves? "You didn't peel the oranges, you moron!" She divulged.

Willow lets out a deep breathe and closes her eyes as she sits in the middle until we start casting magic. “Èirich o do chruth daonna èirich o do chruth daonna èirich o do chruth daonna.” We say on repeat until I hear a gasp in the room, the candle light flickers and Willow starts rocking back and forth. “Onara, Onara Eardwulf is that you?” I ask cautiously. “Is mise i.” She flatly responds. “English, do you speak English?” Cara asks. Orla and I were fluent in Gaelic tongue but Cara was not. A common practice once our uncle took over.

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.

Shieena stepped forward, with Nio on her heels, and began talking with the goblin. It was the first time Nio had heard the goblin language. Each race had its own language, but elvish was the one used for the usual communication between the races. Nio was familiar with dwarven and human language, but compared to goblin speech they were only dialects of the elven language. The goblin speech was like listening to birds and lizards all at once, saturated with high tones and heavy on the ears.

“What language is that?” “Do you know the script of Elvish from those stories Tolkien wrote about? The ones the humans go crazy over.” “Vaguely. It’s odd how stupid humans can be about the oddest things.” “This, sir, is the real deal. The actual language of the highborn Fae. Our creators and what the humans named high elves or the shining ones. Whatever is in here putting out that power may be fae created.” “Gods, help us.”