Valyria Language Novels & Stories

I nod, taking my eyes back to Valeria who is already moving toward her. I have to stop her. I take one step and drop to my knees. My legs won’t hold me. I look at Valeria. I need to reach her, but all my attempts stop when she speaks one word. “Lilith.” “No, Valeria! Don’t!” Grimm shouts. Valeria stops so suddenly that it doesn’t look natural. Even from here, I can tell something is wrong. The way she stands isn’t hers. Veilara cries. I don’t know if it’s hunger, discomfort, or if she feels the shift in the air the same way I do.

With a grunt, Fenryn grumbled sarcastically, “yes, yes. I feel so very honoured that I am loved so much by you.” Lynnette laughed softly. “You two really are close, aren't you?” She said with an amused tone. “If both of you were Enerawyn, one would think you two were something we call Ma'halan*.” Vaughan gave her a baffled look, as he asked, “what does that mean? I am afraid I am not as versed in your people, and the language as the King is.” Having understood the word himself, Fenryn cleared his throat. “Oh, no. We are nothing like that.” He said, scratching the side of his chin sheepishly. He then continued to work through the parchments one by one.

“You fear that one day the prophecy will come true and you will kill us now to prevent it. I am born of dragon blood…” Vallezarii bellowed louder so much that his voice reverberated off the gold throne. “Your prophecy is a sad sodden tale to give hope to you downtrodden worms! There never was a prophecy and there never would be a day when Baryns will triumph over Arlankis."

It was as if I had changed also physically to be this ‘Ariel’ girl I had been living in. “Well, my name is Valerie.” Just hearing that name again it sounded foreign, not my voice and totally alien. No one had called me Valerie for a very long time and I longed to hear my mothers sweet voice sing out my name, at least I hadn’t forgotten the sound of her voice. “Valerie?” I nodded, allowing my weight to sink the bed behind me an invisible emotional weight dragged on me. “You’re not from the Lycan kingdom…” I nodded again, biting it my lower lip and fighting back the tears that wet my eyes.

But before I could storm out, Zaqriel’s voice stopped me. “Valkyrie is not a man.” I turned. His eyes caught mine, blazing, stripping every shield I thought I had. “Valkyrie is a bloodline. MY bloodline.”

"Hey Aubrey," said Valerie, "Hey," replied Aubrey, "I am Valerie, I haven't introduced myself to you, I am from Dathomir," said Valerie, "Aubrey, from nowhere," replied Aubrey as she took her hands into her and shook them, Valerie sat on the seat where Aubrey sat, "You should have known some spells, and how to cast them yourself," said Valerie, "Not really, I have not cast any, but I have read ancient books on them," said Aubrey,

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

"Rhea Valeria," Paul murmured right behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "The last of Valerian's descendants to survive the Moon Rot. You seem so fragile... yet Leon seems so protective of you. Is it out of love, or because you're a bottle of oxygen for his dying energy?"

It clicked open with a heavy scrape. Inside rested a single, ancient book bound in cracked, blackened leather, its cover adorned with a faded silver crest of a crowned wolf. Valerius carefully lifted the heavy book, placing it onto a wide wooden reading desk nearby. The parchment pages were yellowed and brittle with age. He turned the pages slowly, his long fingers moving with practiced reverence, until he stopped near the middle of the text. "Here," Valerius whispered. I leaned in close, my breath catching in my throat as I stared down at the dark, elegant script written in the ancient Lycan tongue. Though the words were old, Valerius began to read them aloud, translating the passage for me

Really bad. Valkyrie Alice's real name is Prungva, which means; She who misses and loses love. The Valkyrie's weakness lies in their real name, which is why the Valkyries have always kept their ancient name hidden. If Alice really does fall in love with Lancaster, then only a tragic fate awaits them. And it's not just their fate that will end tragically if Vlad finds out the truth. 'Gregs, what's wrong?" I was too deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice that Lana, who had previously chatted with Ella, was now standing beside me.