Celtic Myth Stories Novels & Stories

Katrina's Mom had abandoned her when she fled with the man she loved. When an aunt brought her back, Katrina had stood by the sister she'd never seen before because that was what sisters do. You saw a lot of that in Celtic societies. Epona was a Celtic name - a Goddess in fact. "If you and Mom go on a date, I can come along as a chaperone," Loraine offered. "I'm surprised you even know what a chaperone is," I grinned back. "Sure we do," Europa giggled. "That's the one who holds the leash." Loraine blushed furiously.

Maleficent chuckled, ‘You are either a very brave or very stupid child but I like your feistiness’ Ella held her breath as the evil Witch spread out her arms looking for all the world like a huge black crow, ‘I, Maleficent, Queen of the Darkness do hereby give notice that the lives of the half-blood Brothers, Ansitif and Phillipe, and the Mother of Cinderella, the Moon Goddess, are all given back to them. No harm shall come to them’

It was well-loved, but the binding was still intact, and none of the pages had tears or bends. The tales in the book made up all the stories that had been told over the centuries about Selene. No one knew anymore which of them, or which parts of them, were true. But every werewolf and Lycan heard them growing up, just as human children heard their own fairy tales, such as Cinderella or Hansel and Gretel. They did not know most of their stories were based on a sliver of truth. That the magical beings they read about were actually all around them, hidden in plain sight.

Lucian catches a falling star and hurls it back into the sky as a new constellation. Kayo convinces the moon god that stealing the moon is actually his idea. Rowan quotes a footnote so obscure Death forgets why it came. We keep crossing, keep rewriting, keep breaking every legend that was written before we were born. At 00:03 left on the timer, all six stories collapse into one. We stand in the center of the Crucible Ring again, surrounded by the smoking remains of six dead myths. The pedestals are gone. Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee.

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.’

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.

Other stories were mere myths that were intended to scare children or dissuade them from doing a particular thing. The stories told, usually differed from one village to another, as did their gods, but a few were generally held and respected by all. One myth in Umuoku that was known only to the members of the village was a story about using a broom to sweep. If a child or an adult mistakenly uses the sharp edges of a broom to pierce someone, it was believed that the victim who was in contact with the edges of the broom was at risk, and may suffer a terrible disease unless the person who caused his or her predicament, raises the broom high and pierced its edges towards the earth to cleanse th

Swift would not be silenced. Right there, the truth dawned. It hit me square in the face. This… this is it. The stories elders whispered when I was a child, tales of bondings, of mates finding each other under the light of the Moon Goddess. I had listened, wide-eyed and naïve, never imagining the day would come for me.

Then the blood began to mix with water on its own, after some time it rose up as red flame high up in the sky, followed by a ripping wolf howl in the sky that made everyone's heart raced and thudded with fear. According to the myth, it was the legendary white wolf of the first king of Ardyth. Everyone gasped in shock. "It's true," someone said. "They're real mates." I could sense Selena exhale against me with relief, though her hand still held mine tightly I turned back towards the King of Ardyth once more and nodded in respect. He smiled at me and nodded back. He had gone through a lot of trouble to get the bowl and the priestess here from Ardyth before the ritual ended.

“That is what I thought.” Elena laughed quietly while Kael pointed accusingly at him. “I remember parts of it.” “You remember the title.” “I remember there was a prince.” “There is always a prince.” Kael groaned and dropped back into his chair while Rowan picked up the book and flipped through a few pages. “It is one of the oldest myths in Lycoria. A human girl discovers she is mates with a prince, they fall in love, and by the end of the story she awakens as a White Wolf.”