Valyria Language Novels & Stories

As I did the first time I ever stepped onto the court, I lifted my hand up to cover my eyes; I let it down slowly. I took in a big whiff of the surrounding air as I prepared myself for the oncoming chaos. All the guards saluted and greeted Val, “Omnes Ave Dominus Valkon.” The kids also bowed. (The greeting was in Latin. English translation is: All Hail to the Lord Valkon) “Point him out,” Val commanded, ignoring his soldiers. They weren’t allowed to quit saluting until he greeted or saluted them back. I bet their arms would get tired.

I woke up to what was barely a sound. Still, it was Valora mumbling in her sleep. I sighed and pulled her closer, placing her hand on my chest, when I felt a sharp, searing pain. The rune breathed again, and I got her hand off my chest, but Valora’s mumbling got worse. I lowered my head to listen to what she was saying, but she was speaking in a language I didn’t know. I sat up. “Valora?”

“Well Fuck!” Valaria was not one to swear, but this situation she had gotten herself into? This called for an F-Bomb or two. Valaria was sent here by the council, to gather Intel on the new family in town, this wouldn't usually sound that interesting but Valaria, The Council, The King and The Company were all a very particular kind of person, They were shifters, Panther Shifters. This new family she was sent to investigate? Well they were Wolves and one of them had just stopped inches away from the shrub she was hiding in on their land so you see a Fuck! Is most definitely needed.

Pain lanced through me, but I pushed up just in time to see— The shadows wrapping around Valkyrie. They coiled around her arms, her throat, pulling at her, as if trying to take her. And she still wasn’t moving. "Valkyrie!" I roared, shifting halfway as my wolf clawed for control. I was seconds away from losing myself to the rage, from ripping through whatever had dared touch her— Then— She spoke. But the words weren’t in any language I knew. They poured from her lips in a voice that wasn’t entirely hers—layered, ancient, laced with raw power.

The common language of the continent was an evolved version of Layra and the language they used for casting spells was Old Saneil. She hummed in thought but her concentration was broken by several approaching footsteps. “Are they…” “Yes, the witches and wizards from Sarang.” .... ‘Mother must be humiliated… Valerie should have gone easy on her. Ugh! Why am I thinking this again!’ Berilla once again scolded herself, reminding her that she needed to keep her mind on the road right now. Valerie had suffered years of neglect and torture. Her mother hadn't gone easy on her either, she was outright disgusted at her 'weak' daughter so anyone could imagine the kind of life she lived.

It slithered into the air like smoke, deep and resonant, speaking words that none of them could understand. "Vesh tal'arin... Ien sevar'ka, ien dothar..." Elias froze. The voice was calling him. "Valarieth..." the voice whispered. Elias stumbled forward as if pulled by invisible threads. Lucian grabbed his arm, yanking him back. "Elias, no!" But the voice continued, chanting in the strange tongue. "Valarieth, ien a'sora... ien varak." Kai's hand hovered near his dagger, tense. "What the fuck is it saying?"

Let me explain the reason behind his reaction: Veluven's secondary language is called Irian. If you are a nobleman or priest, you'll definitely need to learn about this language. There is no law prohibiting women from studying this however, women here thought it was irrelevant but Irian is the equivalent of French in this world! I have to show my capabilities at this time. "Yes Father, I was bored and I thought that Irian is an interesting language. Orange de nuit: peu de mal, mais bien du bruit... "

Shira lifted her chin. ‘’Well if you are going to keep acting barbarically then –‘’ The Shark laughed harshly. ‘’Between you and I who is more the barbarian? You once told me I would not understand an order of it was spoken to me in the five languages of Valkyr, but you your highness, future Luna of the Diek tribe. What about ‘stay in the room and lock the door couldn’t you understand!’

He didn’t raise his voice. “Then let’s make it clear,” he said, stepping closer until he and Malchor were nearly chest to chest. “This woman—this human you sneer at—has walked through death. Has bled for Lyria. Has faced beasts you hide behind your walls to avoid. And she still stood beside me.” Valen leaned in. “She will not be called a whore in my court. Or a breeder” Malchor opened his mouth, maybe to argue, maybe to spit. I’ll never know. Because Valen moved.

she asked, her voice shaking with confusion and curiosity. Valtor's expression was unyielding. "Nobody, absolutely nobody, disrespects me in the manner that you did and goes scot-free." He paused, his eyes glinting with malice. "So, all of this was for revenge.?" She asked sadly, Valeria's tears fell faster, her body shaking with sobs. "Now you get it," Valtor said, his voice cold and detached, as he turned and walked into the shower room, leaving Valeria alone in the bedroom, her heart shattered into a million pieces.