Celtic Mythology Novels & Stories

Long before these creatures feasted to the world, a few there were that worshipped a Celtic God, which to their unchallenged belief, would lead them to the realization of their full potential. Revering this god as their salvation and, ironically, mercenary, they named him after everything that defined and exceeded rogue. Cernunnos, as the personification of their wildest desires and ambitions, looked down at his people wearing stag antlers as a crown and a sacred ram-horned serpent crawling at his bare body. He rewarded those with the keenest of blood and unrivaled loyalty, a gift that made him who he was in time.

When he finished pressing buttons, he told me he was calling Salem. “Go to your room and go to bed, child. We will be busy here tomorrow.” Nodding, I told him goodnight as I headed up the staircase to my room. “It's a Lugh Celtic knot, and the other is the tree of life. Cesan is powerful if he has two God marks. It means his mother was a royal fae, Lycan hybrid,” Ojani explained, and I rolled my eyes. “That would make me unworthy of him as well,” I huffed as I undressed to shower.

Whenever his friends threaten her in an attempt to uncover the truth about what happened to their comrade, she conjures the gods of darkness, such as Night, and the gods of the underworld. Circe sprayed them with terrible concoctions and toxic juices, summoning the gods of night and calling on Hecate with protracted wailing sounds, according to the buried manuscript kept by Criselda, young Lucinda's grandmother. Circe tore the trees from their foundations; the ground rumbled; the surrounding woods went white; and the grass she sprayed was soaked with blood droplets. The stones seemed to emit harsh groans, and dogs seemed to bark, and the ground looked to be crawling with black snakes, and ee

Chapter Forty-Two: Doe, A Deer As much as she hated leaving the issue unsettled with Caius, it was difficult to hold on to acrimony when they crossed into Bael. It was picturesque and reminded her strongly of pictures she had seen of Scotland in her books. When she mentioned that to Eamon, he said, “Ireland would be more apt, since our people settled that region when some emigrated from Bael, but the geography is similar. Those Baelic folk used their magic to shape their new realm to resemble Bael.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

5) Mo rí is Irish for “My King” 6) Go raibh maith agat is Irish for “Thank you” 7) Goddess Danu: Goddess of the Fae—also Goddess of Wisdom, Fertility, and wind 8) Dara knot: symbol of grounding and strength 9) Shield knot: used for protection from spirits or opposing armies 10) Celtic cross: represents strength, knowledge, and compassion—four beams represent both the four elements and the mind/body/soul/heart 11) Celtic dragon: represents sovereignty, power—identifies the leader of the kingdom

I ask, anxiously. “I was able to find records that held the ancient magic that I felt at the Johnson house, and I was correct. It’s eons-old dark magic, stemming from the Underworld or Annwn. This magic hasn’t been felt or seen since Scàthach, the Goddess of the Underworld, was banished to the Underworld with Arawn. In Celtic mythology, we have one God and one Goddess who oversees the Underworld; Arawn is a just ruler of his home and a skilled magician while he may be associated with dark intentions, his Annwn is considered to be an almost idyllic place for souls of the departed to rest. On the other side of the coin, we have Scàthach, She was once a celebrate

“Hey.” “What are you doing?” Cameron angled his head around to look at the line of runes that Rhett had drawn. “What do they mean?” Rhett shrugged. “My mum is super into Celtic stuff. It’s in her pack’s history, you see. They worship the Goddess Morrigan. She’s the goddess of death, destiny and battle. See, the Triskele, the Triple Moon, and the Triquetra…” He pointed to the symbols that he had drawn in a chain around his wrist.

I hummed in response but felt as though Deshawn had already worked it all out without my help. "Do you know who the Celtic God of thunder is?" he inquired, standing to his full height beside me once more. I thought for a moment, I didn't know much about the history of Celts. Though I had been taught briefly about it in school, nothing of importance seemed to pop out in my mind, Especially nothing about the god of thunder.

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