Celtic Mythology Novels & Stories

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear

Her father, a man I met once, and saw his future child, is part Lycan, a descendant from the goddess Morrigan’s bloodline. Morrigan was a goddess of hunters and animals and ruled during the ancient Celtic times. She was a shapeshifter, who coupled with a wolf, and thus the Lycans were born. A different type of werewolf. They call her the mother of shifters. Throughout time, she had many names like the rest of us. Some call her Selene or some would know her by the name Diana. Fate had aligned the stars perfectly, and when these two ancient bloodlines came together, they created something powerful, something unknown.

"It is the fae... or, what's left of them. Fairies, I believe they are more commonly known as now. The only trace of a once proud and powerful race left in your realm." "I'm not sure why that should astound me, I'm a werewolf in Celtic Ireland, of course, there are fucking fairies." Cian scoffed as we reached the forest edge. "Ronan, Liana, keep guard here. If we have not returned in an hour, fetch Blake, Evangeline... and my father." As we crossed the threshold into the forest, the path we had entered on disappeared before us. I turned to look behind and the forest entrance was shrouded with a thick fog.

The scroll I read at Tristan’s house is still fresh in my mind. …And with the blood of a Morrigan, pure and undiluted she shall awaken the child when her blood is spilled, and the word is spoken. The scroll narrated the story of Apsu and Tiamat, how the goddess Morrigan and the demi-god Arcas hid their egg, and she placed a spell on it. The scroll held a family tree but only showed the firstborn female children that were born to the bloodline of Morrigan herself, only those females could carry the goddess’s gene and pass it on. And only those females could inherit the gifts of Morrigan herself. The line of lineage stopped somewhere around 300-250 years ago. But I knew. My mother’s family nam

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,"

Eternally looking to subdue the other gods and maintain his seat as superior in every way. The Aztec's believed they had five gods of the sun, despite this. It’s an interesting belief system which points at higher beings leading them, much like the Druids led the Celts by posing as gods among men. A race who thought themselves superior and were cruel and blood thirsty, often sacrificing entire tribes around them to their gods. There’s a lot of similarity to the celts in their basic faith. Star walking guides influencing it, maybe? Some other world interferences or maybe the gods themselves took on a mortal form to intervene and create these religions.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

Elena introduced the topic with confidence, her voice steady as she explained the common themes in shifter mythology across different cultures. “In Norse mythology,” she said, gesturing to an image on the screen behind her, “we see the concept of the berserker - warriors who would take on the spirit of the wolf or bear, channeling their ferocity in battle. The term itself comes from Old Norse, meaning ‘bear-shirt,’ referring to their animalistic transformation.” She moved through her slides, discussing Native American legends of skinwalkers, Celtic tales of selkies, and the enduring symbolism of wolves in folklore. The students were engaged, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes

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 original four that gave a drop of blood to forge the stones were gods and goddesses. So far we have deduced it was most likely Bastet, the goddess of werecats. Morrigan herself, the witch and goddess of the forest. The great grandfather of the sky and…” “And?” Finn asked, closing in on his sister, trying to bully the answer from her. Of course, Hunji steps in front of her protectively and stares down Finn until he relaxes and takes a step back.