Gallifreyan Language Novels & Stories

No other choice but to go through the book. On opening it, she found it was written in a language that she didn't completely understand. It was a language spoken by werewolves in the past to prevent others from knowing what they were talking about. It was rumoured that all Alphas and their subordinates, including the pack elders, are fluent in this language and very important meetings are even held in this language. In her case, she was friends with the Alpha's daughter in her former pack, Liliana. The latter had shown a book similar to this one to her when she was younger and even taught her the basics of that language.

Tribes who taught their people the Old Tongue from generation to generation, never letting it die. Now, it booms as if coming from a speaker, each word clear as day. “Welcome!” the King of the Fae says with a bright smile as he looks at his spectators. “To the Culling!” “The Culling?” Meg whispers, glancing up at me. “Lexa, what is this? Why is he speaking in the Dead Tongue?”

"No, King. I used a strong spell to keep it subdued. There's no way it would leave this jar unless the spell is revised." "And you're the only one who can revise it?" The lycan prince was asking. "Anyone who can speak Fael." "The language of Divinity?" The lycan king sounded surprised. "I thought that language was a myth." "It's not." Istra locked his satchel. "So, who else can speak it aside you?" The lycan prince's gaze was stationed on the satchel. "The direct descendant of the Moon Goddess."

"Go!" The wolf ran up the hill, but the figure had disappeared before he got to it. There was no noise or trace left behind. Rhidian's face had closed off. He grunted something curt in Sirenic– the language of the Sirens. "What did you say?" I barked. He glanced at me. "It means that whoever it was, wasn't supposed to have been seen." The half-transformed creature jerked spasmodically, a string of dark water bubbling out of its mouth and, after a while, its chest stopped moving.

The Elf spirit hovered over the mattress, carefully scrutinizing the covers of the books. He moved his finger and the pages flipped over fast. He got to the middle of page of each of the books then stopped, a wide smile appearing on his face. "Is that it?" Prince Ron asked, noting the changes on Prince Kayziel's ghost-like face. "Is that what you're looking for?" In the middle of each page was a single word written in characters Prince Ron could not make out. They seemed to be in an ancient Elfin language.

I then say the words needed to ensure the magic comes to life. “Gada prati vadha. Sarve.” Sickness to death. Everyone. “What fuckin’ language is that?” Grizz huffs from his spot back in the chair. I suppress my growl, annoyed that he’s interrupting me. “Sanskrit,” I grumble. “Aren’t spells usually done in Latin or somethin’?”

Gardesh Lyla highlighted from her horse as well as the werewolf soldiers behind her. "This must be the place." Lyla thought to herself as she walked over to a wall with a strange language written on it that looked like something she had seen somewhere but couldn't phantom where she saw it but she could read the language. Lyla touched the wall and started to read the language she saw on it. And immediately the foundations of the was opened and she saw the crystals and different kinds of artifact. "Stay here soldiers. Follow me Abel." Sarah ordered. And as she entered into the ancient place which was filled with dust she immediately replayed the memory of where she saw the stone the day the we

It is said that these guides were left over from the period of enchantment and had been planned by the magi during their movements around the landmass. The language utilized on the landmass was known as the normal language. All individuals on the landmass communicated in that language and no elective vernaculars had at any point created. The content looked like letters in order and were contained 32 characters which could be framed into words by placing a few characters into a precious stone like shape. In the books, it was said that this language had been created by the magi extraordinarily for the people's utilization. The magi additionally knew a few different dialects of different races

“I don’t see why not.” A sudden swirling gust whips around us then as quickly settles. That’s when I hear wisps of magic dripping in the Old Tongue from Darby’s lips. The language is dominated by soft hisses and hard vowels, rises and falls in an unnerving cadence that sets my protection charm ringing in my head. Before us, the stone wavers into two as though the images are overlaid. They slide apart, settling on opposite sides of Darby. Beside me Anna and Lili gasp. Looking down at Tessa, Darby smiles and the dog turns beside her in excited bouncing circles.