Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

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.”

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?