Witchcraft Languages Novels & Stories

“That language he used... Have you ever heard it before? Anywhere?” He went still, the warmth from his arm tightening around me. “No,” he said after a beat. “But I’ve heard of it.” I sat up, curiosity sharpening. “What do you mean?” “There’s an old tongue,” he began slowly, as if dredging words from a place he rarely visited. “Older than the packs. Older than the treaties. Older than the founding bloodlines. My grandfather used to say it was the language the first wolves spoke, before the Moon Goddess gave us the gift of speech as we know it now.” His eyes locked with mine. “It’s not spoken anymore, Lyra. Not for centuries. Not even taught. The only place I’ve ever heard it mentioned–”

A single pedestal of obsidian, upon which rested a scroll sealed with wax the color of old blood. My feet moved before I told them to. My hand hovered over the seal. The moment I touched it, the wax melted into my skin like oil, and the scroll unfurled with a sharp exhale of air—as if it had been holding its breath for a very long time. The script was written in old flame-tongue. Not fire magic, but something older. The original dialect of witches before language split and kingdoms fell. The words blurred and shimmered. Not because they were unreadable.

The runes were not a complete language and often relied on context and interpretation, however he hoped that the witch would understand. After much debate and searching his memory, he drew Ansuz and Raido paired to show that he wished to open communication between them, Gebo to indicate his wish to form a partnership, Ehwaz and Ingwuz to show a new location and new life, Othila, Fehu and Uruz as his request to withdraw the spell that was being fed to Gera so that he could regain his strength, and Kena and Isa to open his chains. That had been the easier part of the process. Getting the note to the witch’s cell was more complicated. He had nothing to offer the guards or maids that was signifi

"Your name is pretty unique. What does it mean because Saiora is something I've never heard before?" "It means golden one in the old tongue," I hesitantly nodded my head. I wasn't quite sure what the old tongue was. "The old tongue. It's the language spoken amongst Supernatural communities. It's not as popular as it used to be but you'll hear it in spells. It's usually mixed in with some Latin too," Saiora caught on to my confusion and explained the information I lacked. "Thanks for explaining. I'm not really well versed in all this Supernatural business. I really have a lot to learn," I giggled softly.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"