Gallifreyan Writing Novels & Stories

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

I entered the room that had once been exclusively Agatha’s for painting and studied the painting of the wolf Agnes had drawn. As I examined it further I saw something I had not noticed before; there was a scribble at the very bottom of the painting. It was written in the very oldest language that belonged to the first werewolves; only a few understood it - myself and Agatha being among the few. It read: ‘non homines’.

At the centre of the table was a large, silver goblet, which seemed to shimmer in the light. Along the walls of the room were several bookcases, filled with ancient tomes and texts, all written in a language that looked like a combination of Greek and Latin. Above the bookcases hung portraits of the previous Lycan council members, each one staring down from their frame with an almost lifelike intensity. The elders listened intently, but Liam could tell that they were still sceptical. When he finished, there was a long moment of silence. Finally, one of the elders spoke.

The word hung there, the red glistening wetly. My hand clenched at my side. “Of course,” I whispered. GIRL followed, the letters a little more hurried, as if the writer was getting into the rhythm now. Then, beneath, in a larger, looping script: CURSED WOLF. I swallowed. Hard. The room felt smaller. The air, colder. COME TO ME BEFORE THE NEXT BLOOD MOON… The ink—blood?—seeped down the glass in thin rivulets, pooling at the bottom edge of the frame.

⸻ The Golden Wolf slowly lowered itself onto the ruined earth. ⸻ For the first time— It looked tired. ⸻ Not physically. ⸻ Spiritually. ⸻ Like something that had carried a burden for thousands of years. ⸻ “The prophecy was written before the First War.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The guardians listened. ⸻ Even the Fallen Celestial remained motionless. ⸻ The Golden Wolf continued. ⸻ “It was created by the Moon Oracles.” ⸻ Images suddenly appeared in the air.

Kai asks, settling in beside her, and she nods, “It’s in draconic. And it’s beautifully written.” Ash looks at the writing and smiles, it’s pretty in its way, but there’s nothing there that looks even remotely like a letter, it’s more like cuneiform with added complex pictograms. It’s all written in gold. Eliza tilts her head and starts back at the beginning. Translating the words:

The relaxed father was gone, replaced by the worried Alpha. "Seraphina is helping with the Solstice planning," Ethan said, his voice stiff. "Since... well, since yesterday." "I can help," Emily said. "I know the guest list. I know the protocols." "Do you?" Seraphina asked. She picked up a stack of heavy parchment invitations. "These are written in High Lycan. Can you read them, Emily? Or will they look like a map to you?" The insult was precise. Surgical. Emily flinched. The headache pulsed.

[Carnelia] The halls of Thalan's home in Elfholm are gilded with glowing blue writing, creating knotted vines and blooming jasmine in delicately applied ink. Between the knotwork are stylistically rendered scenes that do not look much different from the pages of the book about Carnelia the Great. I reach out a hand but stop short of touching. They are so beautiful and intricate, the paint so vibrant that it looks freshly applied. "How often do you repaint these," I wonder aloud, curious to know how long it might take to create something so fine.

"I will manage the dust. Just tell me what the book looks like." The old archivist froze. He looked up at the towering rogue Alpha, his face entirely pale. "What it looks like?" "Yes," Kaelen stated bluntly. "Is it leather? Is it bound in iron? Give me a description so I can rip it off the shelf and get out." "It is not that simple," Gaius said, shaking his head slowly. "The archive contains thousands of texts. They are not titled in common speech. The grimoire we need is written entirely in ancient Northern medical runes. A dialect that has been dead for over two hundred years."

She chanted, her eyes still closed. The book before started glowing making the seal unlocked and the book opened to the middle. Glinda opened her eyes, looking at the blank page of the book. Just then, writing started appearing on the blank page. " Tonight is the night of the full moon " Glinda read out and almost immediately, the writing started erasing off by itself. Glinda's eyes widened in horror and she sprang up. " Axion " She mumbled. ×. ×. ×