Celtic Myth Stories Novels & Stories

*Sasha POV** "The Fianna?" Emmett asked confusion crossing his face. "The Fianna or "Na Fianna" in gaelic are very visable in Celtic Gaelic mythology they were a special group of warriors that were depected as wolf men because they were werewolves some say. they are connected to our ancestors the Kings of Ossery in Ireland where our pack origins lay.The Fianna are marked by a Cresent moon birthmark. Their origin stiry varies as alot of Irish mythology was passed done through verbal stories rather then written down. We call them green wolf guardians in our pack. When Danny was revealed as one we assumed Charlie was a green wolf as she never transformed and we suppressed her wolf we never knew

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

"Okay, so most of this is garbage. Hollywood stuff, horror movie crap. But there's some older folklore that's interesting." I watched her work, fascinated by the way her eyes moved across the glowing screen. Reading. Something I could do but didn't understand how. "Here." Rowan turned the laptop toward us. "Irish werewolf legends. There are stories about the faoladh — wolf-men who were considered protectors, not monsters. They'd guard children and wounded men, guide lost travelers." "Faoladh," I repeated. The word felt strange on my tongue. Familiar and foreign at once.

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

But he knew nothing about my history. My dad was of the royal bloodline. Whose rule ended hundreds of years ago when a wolf caused havoc in the world. The Prophesy as they call it. When they knew very little about it. My grandmother used to tell me a very old love story. And I used to listen to her like an excited child. The story was passed onto us by our forefathers. The story which few like me belived was true. The story of love between the god of death , Than and the goddess of moon, Selene.

"My father once told me that a great war was fought between our two peoples, and the mountains were raised by the Spirits to keep us separate from each other." "That's a myth, Jay," Eran retorted. "You're thinking of the war with the crimson men." "What's that?" Adea asked curiously, sitting down against the tree next to him. Eran hesitated for a second as he looked over at her. "You've never heard that story?" Adea shook her head, so he continued. "A long time ago, before our people settled here in the mountains, the tribe of our ancestors was decimated by a horde of men who came from across the seas to the east, known for their crimson garments that struck fear into the hearts of all who s

Anna held me as she asked, “This dream walking, I have never heard of it. How do we even know it’s really happening?” Luke looked at the Triple A’s before replying. “There were rumors of witches in our family a long way back.” “Witches?” I said woodenly. “Why would that be so unusual? We are Lycans after all.” Abel sighed, “People don’t like what they can’t control. It was said that the Druids originally came from the British Isles, although there is nothing to substantiate that. Dream walkers have often been associated with witches, but it’s been centuries since I have heard of it happening.”

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

"I'm going to tell you a story, then the past shall be revealed to you" "Long ago",Anastasia began. "At the beginning of time, the moon goddess created the supernatural creatures. The centaurs, the faes, the fairies, the woodland creatures, the trolls and so many more. They were her children and they were kept in the Garden of Shannon.