Celtic Folklore Names Novels & Stories

' 'Faolan,' he answered simply and fixed his pale eyes onto Iris's. Iris shivered, a remnant of her earlier exposure to the elements, or was it something deeper, something primal that Faolan's stare had stirred in her guts? 'Interesting name,' Iris said eventually, breaking the spell. 'Gaelic,' Faolan explained, 'Irish,' he elaborated slightly. 'Speaking of Irish,' he said and clapped his hands together. 'How about something to warm you up? You must think I'm a terrible host.' 'Not at all,' Iris replied. 'You've been more than kind. I... I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't found me.'

“Gael, what the hell? If you know something, you better come on with it. You’ve got me nervous over here!” I instinctively placed my hands back on my tummy and felt my boys move. That part was reassuring. Gael swallowed and took a deep breath. “Baby,” he chuckled and shook his head. “Let me ask you this, if an Ulfheonars powers are based on their name, for our boys, what would you imagine it would be?”

“I figured you’d be informed about the process, what with you being a political science major and all.” “I’m not worried,” he scoffed. “They won’t find anything that will stick.” Again, I rolled my eyes. “You are seriously one self entitled moron.” “Whatever,” he said. Our professor started class, and we’d moved on from Nordic wolves to Celtic wolves. “The wolves of Ireland and Scotland were also associated with power, much like the Nordic wolves. The Celtic gods, Morrighan and Cailleach, were said to have wolves travel with them.

Baby Names, Historical Names, Celtic Names, Latin Names, Names from Around the World. She turned to look at him, confused and amazed. "Draven... what is all this?" He leaned against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, looking slightly embarrassed but also deeply sincere. "After you left me five years ago... all I had was your name. Belle Aurelia," he began, his voice soft and raw. "I didn't know if you really left me your real full name, where you lived, or anything about you. I spent months searching. I hired investigators, I checked records, I tracked every woman named Belle or Aurelia in the country. And when that wasn't enough... I started reading. Every book about names I could fin

I say, looking up at them. Belle nods, “yes we have, why don’t you tell them babe” she says, turning to face Lai. “We have decided to name her Talulla” he says, a wide smile on his face. “Talulla has Gaelic origins and comes from the words tuile and flaith, which mean abundance and princess respectively” Belle explains. I nod, feeling intrigued by the name, “that’s absolutely beautiful. A beautiful name for an extremely gorgeous baby girl”.

Vine asked, turning to look at me. “It isn’t important…” Cirdan answered and as he tried moving forward Vane was already by the gate. Cirdan sighed. They will not let us pass. “Her name is Iristendale. Heir to both the folks and light fae race.” Cirdan said reluctantly. I looked up to Vine face, he was looking at me with unfiltered surprise. He was genuinely shocked at the news. “Slap me sideways and call me Vine.” Vane breathed out.

She kissed him again, and he laughed—warm, genuine, filling the room. “Summer,” he said, turning to me, “like warmth after winter. You really did name her after Helios, didn’t you?” I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “No—I didn’t name her after your brother.” “Oh. I just thought… well.” He scratched the side of his eyebrow, looking sheepish. “You know our names are all from Greek mythology, right?” I nodded. The Gallaghers were famous for it—Hades, Apollo, Artemis. All pulled straight from ancient legends.

Looking back down at our son, she adds, "I was thinking. What do you think about the name Cace?" Cocking my head, I smirk. "How's it spelled?" She smiles as she humors me. "C-A-C-E." "Someone's been looking up traditional Irish names, I see." "Maybe a little," she jokes, then turns serious again as she looks at our son. "It means observant and vigorous. Kind of like you with all your people-watching and doing the right thing. Things I want him to be." Gazing down at my son, I consider her idea. "Cace Flanigan. A good, strong Irish name for a good, strong Irish boy."

This, however, was entirely different from the days I was just a warrior. In just a few decades,I had gathered many names. In the Northern territories, they had named me Akin meaning powerful warrior. In Ireland they called me laochra, also meaning warrior. When I was younger and trained in Russia, they had named me temnaya dusha which means dark soul. "My Lord, you have a guest." The young girl's eyes lingered on my toned and bare abdomen. She quickly averted her gaze, firmly fixing it on the ground again. "A-an oracle, my king. "

" For instance, Three Horses' commoner's name is Daniel, and Drinks of Waterfall has Tristan? The barbaric names are what we prefer to be called, because 'de name describes us. Tristan's father was a heavy drinker, so when he was born he was given 'de pure name of Drinks Of Waterfall, to rid 'is the family name of drinkin'. And Daniel was sold by 'is father as a child for three horses, thus 'de nameThree Horses came about." My mouth drops open. "I had no idea."