Valyria Language Novels & Stories

Elder Martinez whispered. Athena stepped forward to the edge of the smoothed circle, and the elder waved everyone backwards. Before Lorraine could step forward, Athena suddenly raised the sceptre upwards. Its ruby was glowing with an otherworldly bluish hue, too brilliant for anyone to look straight at. She raised it higher, her head tilted skywards. Then an ancient language ripped out of her throat. Tharuun kael Mirai. Voraeth varen. Byr kaen. Byr oss. Byr sael.

The clouds part, and beneath me is the valley of my kin. Once, it sang with laughter. Now it screams. I hover in horror as I watch the valley below; silver scales dulled by blood, wings snapped at their joints, tails twisted in death. My brothers. My sisters. My mother with her crest of pale gold. My father, his eyes frozen wide. All still. All dead. I land, or maybe I fall. “Myriad,” I whisper, naming one. Then another. “Valka. Soren. Ereth…”

Do you realise the councils have the right to lock you up? You won’t see the daylight ever again,” she said, and Valeria smiled.“You councils have limited power. You can’t lock me up unless the gods and goddesses approve it. There is no petition against me yet, so you can’t do anything,” she said, and I was surprised. How does she know this?“And what if we get the petition done?” She asked.“Who is going to sign it? Are you forgetting the gods and goddesses are rebelling against you all? You don’t deserve to sit on such a throne. You are all filled with hypocrites, and let’s not forget your relationship with Vladimir. He is committing so many atrocities and doing all sorts of evil, and you d

I choked on my breath as I trembled in her damp hair. “Elira,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Elira—goddess, you’re back.” My arms tightened around her as her wolf whimpered inside me, scared. And then I heard her whimper. Except Elira wouldn't sound like that. It wasn't her voice. Wasn't even her scent. My chest tightened as a sharp pain tore just beneath my breastbone. My fingers shook as I brushed her wet curls away from her face, while my eyes roamed her face and my fingers withdrew a little.

Since there was a throne, a Vlad has sat in it. Carpathia is more or less the Carpathian Mountains. There are a lot of stories that come from my part of the world, most of which demonize or fancify my kind depending on which you hear. We aren’t undead or damned. In some ways, it does feel like we are cursed, but that’s just personal shit.

This innocent, fearless laughter. I lifted the boy up, holding him at arm’s length, his little legs dangling. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky, just like Emmeline’s, stared back at me with unsettling intelligence. “Say something useful, Valen,” I urged him playfully. “Come on. Say ‘father.’ Say ‘strongest Alpha in the land.’ I’ll even settle for ‘pack.’” I waited, a silly grin on my face. Valen blinked, his gaze fixed on me. Then, he opened his mouth, a wide, gummy smile spreading across his face, and clearly, distinctly, he said, “Ma.”

added Flo. “Ah, Floria-san. You know a lot about our history, huh? Sugoi,” Kyouko praised. “Sugoi?” Alisa was confused by the term spoken by the girl pulling the cart. “Sugoi means ‘cool’ in the Yamatonese language, Alisa-san,” said Kyouko. “Oh, is that so? No wonder I didn’t understand. Hehe…” Alisa chuckled upon hearing that. “That’s it. Here, we speak Yamatonese. However, with other Vitanian people, we use the Vitanian language. While with people from other autonomous regions, of course, we use the Archipelahian as the unifying language,” she explained.

She found herself descending back to the ground again. "It would help" the Priestess sounded omniscient before everything became quiet. "Kaiser, something is written on this leaf. But what language is that?" Kyra murmured with a deep frown. On the surface of the dry leaf, something is written with black ink. "Its Valkarie, an ancient tongue of Lycan's" Kaiser replied while looking at the leaf. "I wear a coat of moss, The tallest guard you’ve ever seen. I hold no keys, yet lock the shade,

Dark fur covered its body, while glowing orange markings ran along its shoulders, sides and legs. The exact same markings I had seen on Inara. It wasn’t just similar but exact. I looked from the page to her. Inara’s face had gone completely blank. For the first time since I had known her, she looked like someone had taken every sarcastic answer out of her mouth at once. “What the fuck,” she whispered. Ayla’s expression did not change, though I saw her fingers tighten slightly around the edge of the page. “The old name written beside it translates roughly to Vaerath. The translation is imperfect because the language predates most modern supernatural records.”

Vala said with tears streaming down her cheeks, "Thank you so much for this surprise, it means a lot to me. I didn't know...." "Hush now my beautiful mate, I understand," Ruthless said as they stared at each other through the mirror. "I love you Winter," "Same feelings too Vala." "Can't you say the word Winter," Vala said, "It's very easy to say." She added turning around to face him. "I know it's very easy to say Vala, but trust me one day, I will say it and that day I will mean every word, don't just force me."