Celtic Myth Stories Novels & Stories

My parents thought by me not knowing who or where I come from I would be safe. “As I said my people, my tribe were slaughtered. They were called the Twa tribe, they emigrated to Ireland, living off grid in the Jungles surviving off the land. The townspeople rarely saw any of the Twa people. It became sort of like a myth that the townspeople would tell stories that could never be proven. But everything became all too real when children started telling their parents that little people were visiting them at night some good and some evil. Then they started noticing that people’s money, gold, and precious Heirlooms would go missing. Then the stories of people practicing magic in the woods began t

The Phantom Queen does not choose lightly. --- Raven’s fingers tightened on the page. She turned to the stack of Valrosian texts the archivists had brought her — volumes on the Tuatha Dé Danann, cross-referenced with Fae records Lirael had sent as a wedding gift. The Tuatha Dé Danann were not merely gods or fairies. They were an ancient race that had once ruled Ireland with magic, wisdom, and war. Masters of both life and death, they could command spirits, shape the land, and walk between worlds. After their defeat by the Milesians, many retreated into the hills and became the Aos Sí — the fairy folk. But their bloodlines endured in hidden families.

“Indeed. It holds an account of a woman with two fated mates some, oh, five hundred, six hundred years ago? This book is rather hard to date due to the damage that’s been done to it. Do you see this part here though?” He pointed to a page that had a depiction of three people, a heart in the center, split open with something inside of it, each piece belonging to a different figure. There was writing but I couldn’t read it, it looked… Gaelic? Celtic? One of the two. “They’re… protecting it?” “Yes! It’s exactly that, they’re protecting their fated mate’s soul and in turn, getting protection and power themselves. However, from what I can find, this is about tying your souls together to become fa

Off the East Coast of the Americas is a cluster of islands. No human is aware of its existence since the creatures there have cloaked it from prying eyes. Gabriel Island residents are unique, boasting a direct lineage to the ancient Celtic Faerie line. One hundred years ago, the island was founded when an old group dubbed "Elders" migrated to the island after being exiled from the Celtic Faerie Realm for their treasonous acts. The Elders wanted to rule among all five factions-vampire, werewolf, faeries, witches, and humans. The tales humans wove about faeries were used to the Elders' advantage. With the Elders' influence, a small number of Celtic Faeries strayed from their predestined purpos

"Well no it's originally red because the first sighting of one was in Ireland people changed it to that they wear green because of how famous the color was in Ireland and because of the Irish flag." "So where can you find one?" I asked and Liam smiled. "Right here. They said to live in tree trunks and burrows." "So how do they get their gold?" I asked. "Do they steal it?" "No they the shoemakers of the fae realm that's how they earn gold." "How do you know so much about Leprechauns?" He laughed. "Pandora and Dallas educated us on every myth and legend just in case we came across them. There are books in that room I was in yesterday. I'll leave the door unlocked for you if you want to learn m

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.