Celtic Folklore Names Novels & Stories

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

Brigit said, before turning to discuss something with Morrigan. My mind turned inward, ‘Stella? You have brothers?’ ‘Goibniu (pronounced GUV new) and Creidhne (pronounced CRANE ya)! They are craftsmen of the Tuatha Dé Danann (pronounced TWO ah hah day DAN an). Let me take over. I will lead us to their forges.’

She, of course, had had no idea of her name’s origin. "Of course,” he continued, a mischievous smile on his lips, “the Greeks stole it, as they do everything. The true origin of Caitlin is actually Irish. It's a Gaelic variation of the old French name, which was derived from Catherine, which in turn, was derived from the ancient Greek. So there you go—full circle. Some people would attribute it to the Greek goddess, Hecate. She, of course, is associated with magic, witchcraft, necromancy, and crossroads.

Normal. “Names,” I say. “They need names, before someone else names them.” Rowan tilts her head. “You, give.” Draven looks at Caiden. Caiden nods, once. “This one,” I touch the smaller bundle, a girl, “Lyana, for the mother I lost.” The baby blinks. “And him,” I touch the boy, “Geralt, so the name dies with honor instead of hate.” Caiden flinches. Then: “Good, make it mean something new.”

“It's an ancient language, using rune symbols. The Bertholds worshipped Celtic gods and they used this ancient language as their everyday language among their family members. Old rules created by Pierre Berthold that have been around for a long time and have been maintained until now to keep their Celtic's root." “Celtic? What's that?" "Are you seriously asking that question, Karen?" Karl seemed taken aback by her question, looking at Veronica in disbelief. "Haven't you learned a lot about the supernatural world since you are together with me?" “Well… I only focused my research on dragons and werewolves in terms of history and legend all the time …,” Veronica pursed her lips in protest. "I a

Heather POV I’ve been at this for nine days now. I haven’t found much about the curse itself. Most of it that has been in English has been accounts of when previous twins were killed. I’m waiting for Grandma Shaw to come tomorrow to translate some of the other diaries that are written in Gaelic. We were only able to translate a couple of words here and there. Not enough to tell us anything for sure. What I did find interesting was that all throughout my family tree there have been very few males born. There were a lot of unwed mothers, tragic and early deaths of husbands and male children and, in some cases, female children as well. The result of all these deaths was only one child from each

I guess Linus is a nickname for humans and others to use. “Why are fae names so long and difficult to pronounce?” I ask. “Many are family names that have been passed down many generations. Some are just because fae parents want a unique name like any other parent. However, some fae gets a little carried away and come up with ridiculous names.” Jakari admits.

Lucian was stunned, staring at the name with a dazed expression. “What does it stand for?” he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. I dismounted, holding his hand as he followed me. “Célvaelor is a combination of two names: Celine and Vaelor. Celine is from your mother’s name, and Vaelor is for your father’s. I found out that Vaelor is actually your middle name, and it was the pet name your mother used to call your father; it was his real name, not his King name.”

"A fine name indeed." "Hey what's the Gaelic word for fire?" she asked, watching a wisp of smoke unfurl from the young one's snout. "Aodh." "Is there anything you don't know?" "Maybe. Shamira grinned. "Aodh and Jörmungandr ," she said again. At least she'd finally gotten around to naming them.

She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and held the letter closer to the dying fire and kept reading. I don't know how old you are right now. I don't know what you remember or what was taken from you. I don't know if you found your way to the wolves or if they found you first. But I know you found this letter. Which means you're exactly where you're supposed to be. Your name, your real name is Saoirse. It means freedom in the old language. I called you Selene in the human world because it was safer. Because Moon-touched names carry power and power attracts attention and I needed you to survive long enough to become what you are.