Valyria Language Novels & Stories

I explain shyly, my voice almost a whisper, echoing lightly in the respectful silence of the library. Zephyr’s violet eyes seem to sparkle when I inform him of this. He holds my hand, his fingers cold and bony, yet his touch is gentle and affectionate. “Anara Valen. Oh, Anara Valen! You have a beautiful name. Do you know the meaning of the name Anara Valen, young lady?” Zephyr asks animatedly and mysteriously, his voice carrying an almost paternal tone, something I never had from my real father. I slowly shake my head, unable to find the necessary words to speak. “Anara means to rise again. You carry resurrection in your name, dear girl,” Zephyr declares, his voice warm. He pats the back of

It wasn’t the most logical place to have these ceremonies, but it worked for us. Karma and I both jumped up on the bar using the stools we had lined up for exactly this purpose, ready to get this thing rolling. “Alright you lot!” I shouted out over the chaos. “Tonight, we’re formally patching three new members of the Valkyrie.” The room filled with cheers. “But before we get stuck into the vows and the sambuca, Rogue needs to say a few words.” I looked for him in the crowd, motioning him to join us.

He cheers. I walk over and place a hand on his shoulder, “You can congratulate me another time, right now let’s take care of your animai, hmm?” I say with a kind smile. He takes a breath and nods, stepping aside and holding the door open. I look back at Valeria, “Are you coming?” She’s staring at me in confusion but follows me into the house, “What language were you just speaking?” “Ancient Egyptian.” Her frown deepens, “That’s a dead language. People haven’t spoken it for thousands of years; I don’t think anyone even knows how to speak it anymore.”

Valenar sighed, "Look, little brother, this isn't easy for me either, but I see the way you look at her, and she looks at you, so I did some research, and I'd like to share the results I found with you." He walked over to the bookshelf and withdrew an old weathered book. He placed it on the desk and used the letter opener to make a small cut on his palm, holding it over the book until a few drops spilled on the cover. Speaking in the ancient language, he asked it to open the correct page, and he began to read.

I certainly did not want a recap of what happened two days ago. “How are you, Valene?” Master Wade asked. “I’m fine, Master Wade.” I bowed. “Thank you for asking. May I be excused?” I know that my rush to leave the situation may have come off as rude, but I was only trying to get out of the way as quickly as possible. “You…you are the sangue de ouro.” The Lycan beta said. “I am,” I bowed. The beta laughed. “Ah, so she knows our language as well. You are full of surprises, vassal,” he said.

Valir still has to find the cause of Vale's death, as a cousin who is very close to him, he does not accept Vale's death without a cause. Valir remembered the past with Vale, they both promised to become noble mages and work for the kingdom, unfortunately all those dreams together had to be destroyed. Valir woke up from his sleep when he heard the sound of a crow in the back window of his room, he rolled up his sleeves and took out a small sword. Silently he approached the crow in the front yard of his house, grabbed his neck and stabbed him with a knife.

“Still no memory of me?” “Fuck you,” is the only thing he spits out. I laugh at him. “I need you to say that again for your lovely little mate.” Ares’s eyes widen when I say that, and I can see the pain. Just then, Valeria picks up the call and starts to speak from the other line. “Who are you and what do you want?” I take the phone and hold it up to Ares. “Valeria!” he screams, his voice full of love and anguish and longing. “Valeria, are you there? Is that really you?”

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

“Yes, it does. May I please lower my dress?” He chuckled as he nodded. “Go ahead. But I’ll be playing with it later. And I will punish you for avoiding me.” “Yes, sir.” He laughed even harder at the word “sir”. “That’s more like it. You should respect the men who control your body.” Valerie dropped her dress back into place and then smoothed it out. Her hands shook, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of how Dean rattled or nerves or if the thought of being used by him actually excited her.

“What is he talking about?” I took a deep breath and looked at her. “He is right, Lena. You are my Val’thira. In our tongue, it does not just mean 'Consort' or 'Mate.' It means 'The Fated One.' The one the stars chose for me before I was even born.” Lena’s jaw dropped. “What? You... you knew this?” “I suspected it the moment I saw you at the Ball,” I confessed, my voice low. “Your scent, the way I reacted to your presence... it was too strong to be a coincidence. But I knew for certain the first time I fed from you.”