Gallifreyan Language の小説・ストーリー

Dante lied, but I could see the sweat beading on his pale forehead. Raven's smile widened, showing fangs that seemed to drink in the light around them. "How interesting. We'll discuss this later." She turned toward my pack with predatory hunger that made my instincts scream warnings. "Lord Virex sends his regards," she said with deadly satisfaction. She raised her scarred hands and spoke words in a language that predated human civilization. The sounds made reality bleed even more, creating cracks in the air itself that showed glimpses of that dark otherworld.

Headmaster Brenton announced. “I’ll be your partner. Thank you.” She agreed, shaking his hand, and he smiled. “Shelgx lehak me tiei mreo cagyri nie bulr.” Sylvan blurted. “Um? What was that?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she stood up from her seat. “Did you hear that?” He asked as they walked to the front of the class. “Um… Yes, I did? But I didn’t understand? Is that a fae language?” She enquired, curiosity rising in her. Surely all the supernatural creatures couldn’t just be speaking one language. Could they each have their own?

Izzy looks between us two and frowns, "What is it? What does that mean?" Xander looks down at his mate, "It's a dead language, an ancient form of Wolfish Dialect." "So a wolf language? I didn't know we even had a language." "The ancients started it so than the Hunters couldn't understand us. But it died off thousands of years ago. Almost no wolf uses it, let alone knows about it." "Well how do we know what it means?" Xander's eyes land on me, "Because Noah speaks it." I clench my jaw. I hated when brings up that side of me.

They locked onto me as if it had been searching for me through worlds. It spoke. Not in Earth language. Not in wolf language. In ancient High Realm tongue. The whisper escaped its frozen mouth in a sound like cracking glaciers. “Myralith… vel hara… avelienne…” A shudder ran through me. I stepped around Marek, ignoring his attempt to stop me, and knelt before the stag. Its legs buckled. It collapsed at my feet. The wolves let out ten different reactions at once. “No.” “Do not touch it.”

Diana Eleanor's shoulders slump with visible disappointment, and I feel the weight of our failure settling on my chest like a stone. "It's not your fault, child," she says gently. "It's only natural that you wouldn't understand the language. It's a very old tongue, dead now for centuries. It was used by witches of the old bloodlines to cast their most powerful spells. The knowledge of it has been lost to all but a precious few." "I remember it."

I laughed very coldly, and Felix froze. His knife stopped mid-air. "What are you laughing about?" I stared intently into his eyes. Then, my lips parted very slightly as I spoke in the most ancient, most noble, and most royal language that only Alphas could understand—the King's Wolfish. My words were clear, distinct, and precise. "Get down on your knees, you filthy scoundrel!" Felix's pupils contracted violently. The King's Wolfish spoke directly to his being, and the fear came from the depths of his blood and lineage because of the absolute suppression the language brought on.

The creature spoke and I could not understand him. The blurriness faded, and gave room to a tall, pale, humanoid presence. He opened his eyes and searched our eyes. He studied every one of us in milliseconds. Then Aen walked to him slowly. "Gathumbaric hothere agh memec…" He spoke in his own language. Of course, a creature who had not been in touch with this world for millennia, would not know nor understand our language. This might be more difficult than we thought. ღ ~~~~~~~ ☽ⓈⒺ☾ ~~~~~~~ ღ

asked a confused Lucian. "Ancient Gaelic. It's much older than the one which they use now. It's the language of the Angels" Lucifer reveals looking at the script oddly. "I haven't seen any script in this language after I fell from grace" Lucifer feels oddly satisfying looking at the script. It's the script the lord above uses to issue our next mission. He never thought about it much, but looking at the script gave him the memories back. "Can you still read it" Darius comments bringing him back from his past?

"My parents died protecting it because they knew it contained information about how to potentially reunite what was broken." I opened the book carefully, and ancient script glowed silver on pages that should have been too deteriorated to read. But the moment I touched them, the words reorganized themselves into something I could understand. "It's written in the original supernatural language," Elder Mabel said with awe, moving closer to examine the text. "Before factions divided, before different species developed their own dialects. This is the pure tongue, older than any living being's memory." "And Aria can read it," Morgana observed with professional fascination.

Her eyes fell on Jade and she whispered in her mind to him, hoping he would hear it. Hang on my love. I will save you. I swear. "Found it," Salem said, a hint of triumph in her voice. Kalista dragged her eyes away from her mate and leaned closer to Salem, her eyes going over the scroll. After a few seconds, she frowned. The scribblings were written in some ancient language that she found hard to understand. "What language is this?" she asked. "These languages are very old," Salem told her. "Languages that were used by the first witches at the beginning of time. Don't worry Kalista. I know what it says."