Celtic Mythology Creatures Novels & Stories

“Actually, I know what you are: a leanan sídhe.” “What in the world is that? And how do you say that again?” I repeated the words slowly, lee-a-nan sithe. Mari repeated them back with a charmingly terrible accent. “Is that some kind of Gaelic creature?” she then asked. “Kind of.” I licked a path down her throat to her collarbone. “It’s a beautiful woman who comes to artists and becomes their lover. In return for divine inspiration, she basically sucks the life out of them. They die young, but they create lasting art and have amazing sex so it’s a fair trade.”

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.

Rhysher thinks. Okay... now, two of them are to look for, then I can check who among them was the rebirth of Cybele. Rhysher thought to himself. He couldn't help but recall that one ancient prophesy uttered before he was cast out from Valhalla. " The elements are said to have created creatures. Rare and enigmatic creatures with strength and powers beyond the Supreme Wolf. A power near to that of the deities. Each had its own set of abilities in terms of the element they were responsible for. And among them will be reborn a goddess herself, deprived of justice and love, a bride of the Lycan god,"

Many Crone-aligned witches want them gone—they’re a stain. Then shit got weird. This merry little band following the first Cherokee male in legend is also bringing: Two Seelie fae A dragon shifter and a selkie Two Unseelie fae (a dark elf and a kobold) And—I shit you not—two putti. Those flying, diapered, Cupid-looking cherubs. With actual bows. And deadly aim. As for Huitzilopochtli? His group is even wilder.

"It's a mighty and dangerous creature that feeds off on other beings. Once it sets eyes on you, it transmits the wavelength of your soul and breaks them down into dissonances. As soon as it sees the resonance of your soul, it will suck it up thereby making it more powerful." Germaine did not understand a word of the nonsense Ennie had just sprouted. Resonances and dissonances. Those were words that made absolutely no meaning to her. She was still reeling from the possibility of there being other creatures in this realm. As the Loa crashed further on, she looked to where Ennie shook like a leaf and asked. "Apart from werewolves and Loas, are there any other creatures in this realm?" Ennie nod

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

Ryan was the first to ask what we both wanted to know. “What abilities? What exactly is a Celtic Wolf or an animist? How do we protect her?” The questions tumbled out of him. Alma closed her eyes, seeming to gather her thoughts before responding. “An animist is a creature who possesses an uncommon connection to the natural world. Essentially, they can sense the spirit within the earth, water, animals, insects, and even the weather. It is said that ancient Irish wolves begged the Moon Goddess to honor their Celtic pagan heritage and belief in animism by bestowing upon them the ability to connect with the souls or spiritual essence of all things found in nature. In return, they would use this

King Aragon informed him. King Brennus nodded. “I don’t mind.” King Aragon led us to the holding facility, and seeing the creature again reminded me just how ugly the thing was. “Man, I’d forgotten how hideous this thing is.” Apparently, my mate and I share a brain. It was growling, almost foaming at the mouth. “He’s making his own Xeglan.” “Xeglan?” we all questioned the Wizard King. “Xeglan are a type of demon found in Advalur. Eligor is mixing their blood with Lycan blood and making a species of his own,” King Brennus explained.

"It's a gift from my godfather, Lord Ingálvur. Sidhe Lord. Dread Lord. I think you'd like him." "Probably not," I yelled cheerfully over the howl of the wind around us. An eye was forming in the dark sky, the center of an angry storm front. The fiend stood floating under it, it's great fiery wings beating as its many arms worked in tandem to summon something from beyond this plane. "That seems pretty bad!"

“Yes…they were even worse. They were tall and hairy and strong with razor-sharp claws. One of them ripped Jullious apart.” “I believe these are the same as the evil creatures of the evilest one, Raka. I read of these beasts in one of the Books of Over-All Knowledge in the Vale. Velsusi told me that they could only be created through great evil. We used to joke about it. I know of them too from the prophecies of the great Sar, but we never thought they would truly come again.” “What do we do now?” “First, tell me more about what happened in Rylltòl.”