Russian Alphabet Lore A Novels & Stories

“The Battle of Tannenberg in 1914 took a massive blow on the Russian Empire. Over 30,000 Russian troops were killed or wounded while 90,000 had been captured. Germany’s forces, on the other hand…” Dani took down notes as her European History teacher continued lecturing up front. They had started tackling on Russian history this week, which felt just the slightest bit funny. Had an unforgettable chapter in her life not been in Russia a few months ago, this would be another boring lesson for her to sit through.

“No, they were not bad spellers. But as I was looking at their aleph-bet, I noticed I’d been looking at the markings on Ru’s back wrong. I was starting with the left side and reading left to right, but I should’ve been looking from right to left.” “But my scars go up and down,” Ru reminded her. “Right. I’d already turned the picture so that it was horizontal. So… what I came up with when I did that was stunning.” “And that would be…?” Rider asked. “Patience,” Ivy reminded him. “It’s three letters,” Lyric continued. “Mem, aleph, and peh.” “And that means?” Apparently, Cutter was only slightly more patient than his cousin. “Well, I was stuck again, because mem means water, aleph means ox or bu

The detective asked them and they both nodded in agreement. . "You said that those letters are written on a Hebrew Alphabet am I right?" Alistair asked. "Yeah, are you familiar with it?" Anastasia asked him. "A little. I think I heard of it somewhere or read it, I cant remember." "Really? What do you know about this alphabet." Alice this time ask him. "I dont really know much. I think I just remembered it as a language in....wait I forgot the country." The prince frown as he tried to remember it.

At least I’m not the only one who’s mind keeps reverting back to the gutter. “So, our ranking system is based on the Greeks. I’m not sure if the Greek alphabet came from wolves or if, over time, we just began using the Greek system because it matched our ranks, no idea. I’ve read extensively on the subject but could never find any clear-cut answers. Our scholars don’t have any answers either, but I digress.” “Sounds like a real, chicken – egg problem.” Josh snickers out and I can’t help but smile.

The sound makes her blush and I shoot her a wink. “Man, you’re distracting,” she huffs and looks down at the open book in front of her again. I continue to watch her, but then she pauses, frowning slightly, and I wonder what’s confusing her. “You know, generations of Alphas have read those texts. Many can’t make heads or tails of them,” I explain, remembering how those books used to annoy the shit out of me. Faded Cyrillic and English texts are never a good thing to hand to an eighteen-year-old.

she explained. “So is it a number, a letter, a word?” I asked, digging out my phone to G****e it. I frowned because I just kept finding this weird symbol. “Because I’m just seeing this symbol, and it’s giving me weird Prince vibes from when he went by a symbol.” I frowned. “Well, it’s a letter. Like Alpha, it’s just the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet.” Delilah explained. While I was trying to seriously think about which title sounded better, André started humming Kiss by Prince. I groaned, covering my face with one hand as he went from humming to singing.

"You told me how runes work." "26 letters, every one of them is a picture by itself. And I can cut the letters open and assemble them however I want, so." I shrugged with sarcasm, "I'm sure you can read it after one class." Al curved his lips. "Would you tell me if I get it right then?" Al asked. "Sure, I can even tell you it's a three-letter word." I shrugged. Even if Al could read Runes, this one was ruined by blood. Even granny couldn't recognize it.

“It wasn’t my fault. I left the book on the table and went to look for another one. When I returned, the book wasn’t where I left it.” The old Fire Mage narrowed his eyes. “Do you expect me to believe you?” Ayla couldn’t stop herself from giggling. Milton stepped on her right foot before picking up the books from the desks and going to one of the empty tables. Ayla followed him. After they sat down, Milton grabbed the books written in Old Nordmarian, leaving those written in the common language for Ayla. Rhobart had started teaching her old Nordmarian, but Ayla found it difficult, and it was a slow process. The alphabet was formed of fifty-seven runes, and she was slowly learning them.

Who were we to judge smirked Fyre as I sank into bed, body tired but mind racing. I resolved to learn more about the Alpha Romanov family. What was my lineage, despite all the specialised combat training and geographical knowledge of the area I still didn’t know my own heritage? I had a quick breakfast on my own and headed down to the library again, this time to read the pack archives, a log of all battles, encounters and notable deeds that formed their history. Our history corrected Fyre, we need to embrace White Forest if we’re going to be happy here. The archives weren’t secret, they were proudly displayed on thick mahogany tables, I took the year I was born out and glimpsed through