Celtic Names Novels & Stories

Knowing that his beast could not survive without it's mate, he released a great roar that caused the castle walls to completely collapse upon them as he died. Sheiria is my own creation and is pronounced She-ray-a Erwan is Celtic for dragon and is pronounced Er-wan, like you would pronounce Obi-Won Tine is Celtic for Fire and Is pronounced like time with an n

"I keep hearing her name. Does that mean it's true that the Fey are the Tuatha de Danaan, Children of Danu?" "Yes and no," Keir said. "The original title was Tuatha d'Anu and it refers to a people who worshiped the god Anu. They were humans; a tribe that spread across the world and influenced several cultures. Even in Japan, there is still a shamanic tribe called the Ainu whose early form of writing is Gaelic Ogham." "The Scythians?" I blinked as it all started to weave together in my mind."Like there is Scythian Gaelic?"

I was born from two different races and cultures, naming is one of their challenges but they named me impressively despite their varied origins. By the way, if you’ve been thinking, let me introduce my parents. My mother was born as Visenna Caoimhe Byrnes I know you’ve been wondering how to pronounce her second name but it’s pronounced as Kee-va. It’s actually a very popular name here in Ireland that means “the noble one”. My father is Eku Mazari Zadzisai.He’s quite renowned because he was one of the lucky ones who married a westerner. I mean, it’s considered lucky for an African—according to him.

I asked curiously and heard him chuckle. "My real name is Duibhne Malloyei, I'm originally Celtic and extremely ancient, Grim is easier to pronounce and I'm used to it now," he tells me softly with a smile. I watched him prepare a plate for me with fruit, cheese and sliced meat. He poured us each a glass of wine and slid the plate to me. I picked up a piece of cheddar and nibbled on it. "What gifts do you have," Grim asked curiously as he leaned back on his chair. I took a sip of wine and glanced over at him.

she said and gave a bitter smile. Skye nodded. "I'm sorry, Eithne." Meanwhile, the preacher slowly read the girls' names in his loud voice. "Tenile, daughter of Lord Ailen Macilbowie, Dedra daughter of Earl Rodan of Glasgow, Keeler daughter of Baron Gordon of Arcar, Meegan daughter of Lord Conroy Stewart of Edinburgh, and the last one, Skye niece of Lord Malcolm Maclntyre.

I groaned. "No way," Vienna gasped. "He's playing with us," Marilynn clued in. "What is your name – really?" "Cáel Nyilas," I answered. "Cool name," Vienna declared. "Does it have a meaning?" "Cáel is from my Mother – it's Irish for 'slender' as well as the angel for Thursday," I informed her. "Nyilas is Hungarian – it means Archer." "Are there any rich Hungarians?" Marilynn asked.

was a way she carefully guarded her meek pride. Aurelia chuckled. Cordelia held her hand. She had long seen through everything. “Oh, yeah.” Cordelia changed the topic. “Did you realize that our names are similar?” “Huh?” Aurelia jolted. “There’s a ‘lia’ in both our names. It means gentle!” “Really?” Aurelia smiled embarrassedly. “I can speak the language but can’t spell, so I don’t know how your name is spelled!” “It’s okay if you don’t know my name.” Cordelia pulled a piece of paper over. “You’ve got to remember Neil’s name, though!”

Looking back down at our son, she adds, "I was thinking. What do you think about the name Cace?" Cocking my head, I smirk. "How's it spelled?" She smiles as she humors me. "C-A-C-E." "Someone's been looking up traditional Irish names, I see." "Maybe a little," she jokes, then turns serious again as she looks at our son. "It means observant and vigorous. Kind of like you with all your people-watching and doing the right thing. Things I want him to be." Gazing down at my son, I consider her idea. "Cace Flanigan. A good, strong Irish name for a good, strong Irish boy."

If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it. "Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid, I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't a

I said. “Padraig Lugh. But it’s funny, you know, nobody ever calls me Paddy or Pad or anything like that, everybody always calls me Padraig.” “Do you want them to call you Paddy?” “No, I do not. I like Padraig.” “How do you spell that last name?” I asked, wondering if it was fake. “L-u-g-h. He’s the old Irish sun god, you know.” “I know,” I said. “And what’s your name?” he asked.