Celtic Names Novels & Stories

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.

In fact, he looked nothing like a Dawson. No Dawson had gray eyes. Not one. Ben’s stare pierced through him, then a smirk slipped on his face. “You know I always wonder why mother insisted that you share the Dawson name.” Cillian turned at the sound of his voice. “Hello brother.” “And no, mother never insisted I carry the Dawson name. Your father did. He was desperate for a second child.” Ben clenched his jaw but held his composure. “So you’re not a bastard?” Cillian laughed, a wry unamused laughter. “Does my father really matter? Look at yours, his name means nothing. You’re now scrambling for the left over of the Bellington name.”

“I figured you’d be informed about the process, what with you being a political science major and all.” “I’m not worried,” he scoffed. “They won’t find anything that will stick.” Again, I rolled my eyes. “You are seriously one self entitled moron.” “Whatever,” he said. Our professor started class, and we’d moved on from Nordic wolves to Celtic wolves. “The wolves of Ireland and Scotland were also associated with power, much like the Nordic wolves. The Celtic gods, Morrighan and Cailleach, were said to have wolves travel with them.

Cassidy asked. “Yes I do with my fifteen sons their names are Arailt MacIllePhàdraig, Jakobe Hairston, Qeb Asghar, Nazar Savych Lyashko, Rory Jorge Otogan Montilla, Iwan Carter, Flavio Martìnez, Xuan Hanying, Sælaugur Auðbergsson, Kobe Motoki, Gemistos Bardas, Jørn Hoffman, Flip van Ewijk & Bonaventura Gregori” I said “how about the twenty-six daughters?” Charlotte asked.

Normal. “Names,” I say. “They need names, before someone else names them.” Rowan tilts her head. “You, give.” Draven looks at Caiden. Caiden nods, once. “This one,” I touch the smaller bundle, a girl, “Lyana, for the mother I lost.” The baby blinks. “And him,” I touch the boy, “Geralt, so the name dies with honor instead of hate.” Caiden flinches. Then: “Good, make it mean something new.”

He replied he didn't specify that he also owned it. “That's a weird name, Búraló is Gaelic for wolf,” she mumbled. "How do you know Gaelic?" He asked curiously.

‘My friend Erramun is there also regularly,’ Liza said enthusiastically. ‘What are they shouting, in what language?’ Esmee was very intrigued. ‘It is a Celtic language spoken in both Ireland and Scotland,’ explained Rodolf, without looking up from his notebook. ‘Do you speak that language?’Esmee asked impressed. ‘A little,’ admitted Rodolf, looking at her. ‘It's quite difficult.’ ‘Oh, but you just need to remember a few greeting in Cetltic,’ Liza hushed. ‘aint that right, Moon?’

Jack eyes him up and down, “Six—what? six four? six five? Two hundred ten pounds? Sound about right?” The Horned God nods. “What name do you want?” “In the past, I have been called, ‘Fearadhaigh’.” All four of us sit silent. “You want to spell that, please?” My father spells the name. “It means father of fairies.” “Uh-huh,” Jack nods, unimpressed. “It’ll do for a surname. Anything else—you know, polite—you’ve been called?” “Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.”

Lucian was stunned, staring at the name with a dazed expression. “What does it stand for?” he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. I dismounted, holding his hand as he followed me. “Célvaelor is a combination of two names: Celine and Vaelor. Celine is from your mother’s name, and Vaelor is for your father’s. I found out that Vaelor is actually your middle name, and it was the pet name your mother used to call your father; it was his real name, not his King name.”

Having had enough, my shoulders dropped and a deep sigh left my lips, and I sat back again resolved. “Okay, hit me, what are their names?” Gael looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, “Our boys are named, HAVOK and KHAOS.” “Say what now?” I cocked my head like I hadn’t heard him correctly. “Yeah, you heard me right. Havok and Khaos, our future Ulfheonars are named Havok and Khaos.” He laughed as he made sure to pronounce every syllable. It took me a while to reconcile that one. What was the Goddess thinking? As I listened to my mate tell me the future of our sons and the trajectory that our life now took all I could do is hold my tummy and smile. Gael thought I’d blown a gasket