Celtic Folklore Names Novels & Stories

I said. “Padraig Lugh. But it’s funny, you know, nobody ever calls me Paddy or Pad or anything like that, everybody always calls me Padraig.” “Do you want them to call you Paddy?” “No, I do not. I like Padraig.” “How do you spell that last name?” I asked, wondering if it was fake. “L-u-g-h. He’s the old Irish sun god, you know.” “I know,” I said. “And what’s your name?” he asked.

I wasn't sure where all of my clothes from the shopping spree with Grumpy had gone, so I just stole another set of Thane's shirts and boxers. "-I can see that. You have nothing to fear from me or my brethren. But there is cause for worry from those whom Patrick has engaged on his side," Brigid was saying as I came back out. "And who is on his side?" Grumpy asked as he pulled me down into his lap. "Arawn, Cailleach, Gwynn ap Nudd." I blinked rapidly. "Aaron, Caleeoch, Gwen ap need?" Brigid winced slightly. "You need to be getting into the Irish language, love." She spelled the names and pronounced them slowly. "You were pretty close, but that only counts in-"

"I keep hearing her name. Does that mean it's true that the Fey are the Tuatha de Danaan, Children of Danu?" "Yes and no," Keir said. "The original title was Tuatha d'Anu and it refers to a people who worshiped the god Anu. They were humans; a tribe that spread across the world and influenced several cultures. Even in Japan, there is still a shamanic tribe called the Ainu whose early form of writing is Gaelic Ogham." "The Scythians?" I blinked as it all started to weave together in my mind."Like there is Scythian Gaelic?"

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

I just hoped that my analysis of the old folk tale had been correct. Everyone shuffled closer, and I re-read the words as everyone scanned through them, their eyes shifting quickly from line to line. It read: The Tale of the Life-Force Warriors Early in the days of the Lapis Moon pack’s formation, two twins, from a neighbouring tribe, were born from a flower. The first, Enola, was named for the marigold from which she came. The second, Halona, was named for the good fortune they believed she would one day bring to her tribe.

I responded, a shared moment of appreciation for the small wonder in our arms. "Have you thought of a name yet?" She asked me. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have so many in mind, but I'm stuck between two, Conri, meaning wolf king, and Fridolf, meaning peaceful," I confessed. "Hmm, they're both good. I'm sure you'll choose before we return home," she reassured, kissing my lips. "About the kettle you mentioned," I brought up. "Yes, we will have to retrieve it within a year," she replied.

Liam certainly hadn’t done or said anything wrong. “And this is Sean Seabhag, the historian.” Mage Jaye gestured at the redheaded boy at the end of the group. His last name was pronounced shu-back, with a short U, like cup. As he said it was a pleasure to make our acquaintance, I had to ask him about it. “Your last name,” I said, “what language is it? And what does it mean?” “It’s Scotish-Gaelic,” he replied, lisping slightly because of his braces. “It means falcon.”

Thalion paused on last moment, heartbreaking, filled with ancient longing, before he turned to Fergus. Liam's grandfather beamed a smile at me as he raised his arms and called out in Gaelic: "Gar Geata. Maidin thagann le haghaidh na Sidhe." Liam whispered a translation. "Close, Gate. Morning comes for the Sidhe." We had to scramble back as the huge wooden doorway began to swing shut. Fergus waved and waved, still smiling himself silly, until Liam laughed and waved back. Thalion continued to stare at me as the Gate slung almost closed, pausing with the lip still free.

was a way she carefully guarded her meek pride. Aurelia chuckled. Cordelia held her hand. She had long seen through everything. “Oh, yeah.” Cordelia changed the topic. “Did you realize that our names are similar?” “Huh?” Aurelia jolted. “There’s a ‘lia’ in both our names. It means gentle!” “Really?” Aurelia smiled embarrassedly. “I can speak the language but can’t spell, so I don’t know how your name is spelled!” “It’s okay if you don’t know my name.” Cordelia pulled a piece of paper over. “You’ve got to remember Neil’s name, though!”

“I didn’t know my cousin has a guest. He didn’t inform us.” “Cousin?” Amanda parroted. “Rexcord Vitalis, or should I say Cord Vitalis. He likes being called that way as he claimed the first name is too out-of-date.” The woman paused and bit her bottom lip. “Er, ancient as per his exact words. Are you his deontóir fola perhaps?” “What?” It was a queer word for Amanda. She had heard of the Irish language in her Company travels, but she hadn’t come across this ever since.