Valyria Language Novels & Stories

a voice asked beside him, snapping him out of deep thoughts. He turned to find an older woman in a worn red shawl. Her eyes were kind, sharp, and they didn't seem to leave Valen's own for a while. "Yes, ma'am" Valen replied, nodding. "I'm Valen." Her smile widened. "I'm Miriya. I look after the older ones. It’s my first time seeing you with the King. Are you one of his men? Also, you don't smell like a Lycanis."

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

As the echoes of her cry faded into the air, Valeria's voice trembled with a mixture of fury and pain. "You're evil, Richie!" she shouted, her words ringing out in the empty room. "Your true face will be seen eventually, and everyone will know the monster you truly are!" Her heart pounding with righteous indignation, Valeria surveyed the wreckage around her, the shattered vase a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let them quench the fire burning within her soul.

"I'm just... not used to it." Alexei grinned, swinging his legs back and forth. "That's okay, milaya," he chirped, "you'll get used to it soon!" Noelle paused. There it was again, another unfamiliar word. She had noticed it before, the way Valerian occasionally slipped into a language she didn't understand. Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned to Valerian. "What does that mean? Milaya?" Valerian was caught off guard at her using the endearment. He thought she was using it back at him. And so he met her gaze for a moment with a baffled expression before his lips curved into a teasing smile. "It means something nice," he answered vaguely.

She loves her sister and doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. "Valeria." Bellatrix's call returned Valeria to Sanbit. She smiled and said, "Have you woken up? Let's eat something." Everyone called her Bellatrix, but for Valerie, she is Krasivaya. "No, I'm not hungry. Get me closer to you; I'll hug you," Bellatrix replied. Valeria hugged her. She did not say anything for a long time, with her head on Bellatrix's chest like a cat. Valeria put her hands in Bellatrix's light brown hair and said,

" You do sound like a traitor, and after what happened to Donaerys, you've given me every reason to believe that you are" " Valkyrie, watch your tongue". " No, how else can we explain the fact that the werewolves attacked our key component in our fight against them, if not that there is a spy amongst us". " I have warned you enough", Valeria said, releasing his claws and standing on his feet. " What the hell do you think you can do?" Valkyrie said in anger, also standing to his feet and hitting his released claws on the poor table that never committed any crime other than keeping them apart.

Valerie says, her accent changing entirely to one that resembles a sort of slavic or eastern european language, with innonations similar to spanish and portuguese, her 'r's rolling effortlessly. The words are strange—foreign—yet they slip into my mind like they’ve been there all along, waiting to be remembered. My chest tightens as realisation slams into me like a tidal wave. I know what she’s saying. This is all crazy. My lips part before I can stop myself. “Lenari evros men valari... beto vinor asti.” I say perfectly, without hesitation, without mistake, and it almost sounds like it's not my own voice that leaves my lips.

She half yelled. Valsria immediately pictured her mother scolding her for using the F word, but what was she supposed to do, when Erwin or Ergon was bringing out the crazy part of her, and when she's angry, she finds it hard not to use the F word and every other curse word there is. "No, it has to be you, only you," Ergon affirmed. "Why does it have to be me, huh?" Valeria almost screamed the question. Ergon smiled, he held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, then he leaned in dangerously close to hers.

She ran out of the kitchen. “Nallon sí var.” He said. “Manen síve?” She replied. “Ú- vilda!” He looked pissed. “What hunters?” Hilda looked up at them. Aethon and Petra looked shocked. “Is that Sindarin?” Hilda stood up. “No, it's not.” “How did you..” Petra turned to her. “I am a demon, we understand a lot of languages.” She smiled. “Oh! It's Quenya! Ancient language of the elves!”

She smiles, I return it just as softly before an exhausted sigh escapes my lips, picturing the various scenarios that may take place when I begin the next stage of my plan to gain vengeance. “I’m sorry we haven’t exchanged names. I’m Valerie,” I give her my hand, she takes it in her small ones and giggles. Green eyes, glimmering with obvious amusement. “Nice to meet you, Valerie. I-I don’t have a name though,” she smiles, mine falls quickly. I’ve been drowning in my problems and hidden from any creature who breathes to remember humans on Eldora don’t have the right to possess a name. How fucking ridiculous! “What do you think of Theia? A name derives from Dorothea, meaning gift,” I wonder, s