Celtic Names Novels & Stories

she whispered to me. "Why Cillian?" I inquired, wondering why she had picked out that specific name. "You know, Cillian is an Irish name," she waved a hand, "Considering the father is Irish, I think it's only fitting for my nephew." I exhaled an exasperated breath, "I never said Greg was Irish." "But you said he was a ginger..." "He's American. Although he does have their features, but it's a long lineage. Remember we agreed not to talk about him, Maya," I reminded her. Then creased my brows, "In fact, why are you trying to name my baby? That's my job."

the man with two souls said. Ari nodded. "I remember hearing your name in my youth. But that was millennia ago. From what system do you hail?" Ari smiled. "Celtic. Not quite as big or consuming as the Greek or Roman, nor as powerful as the Primes, but we manage to hold our own." The man smiled. "A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require."

Nótos means South and is pronounced (noh-tos) with the stress falling on the first syllable. Anatolē means East and is pronounced (ah-nah-toh-lay) with the stress falling on the third syllable. Dýsis means West and is pronounced (doo-sees) with the stress falling on the first syllable. Phaikón Vasíleion means Fae Realm and is pronounced (fay-kon vah-see-lee-on), with the stress falling on the first syllable in Phaikón and the stress falling on the second syllable in Vasíleion.

“I didn’t know my cousin has a guest. He didn’t inform us.” “Cousin?” Amanda parroted. “Rexcord Vitalis, or should I say Cord Vitalis. He likes being called that way as he claimed the first name is too out-of-date.” The woman paused and bit her bottom lip. “Er, ancient as per his exact words. Are you his deontóir fola perhaps?” “What?” It was a queer word for Amanda. She had heard of the Irish language in her Company travels, but she hadn’t come across this ever since.

She kissed him again, and he laughed—warm, genuine, filling the room. “Summer,” he said, turning to me, “like warmth after winter. You really did name her after Helios, didn’t you?” I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “No—I didn’t name her after your brother.” “Oh. I just thought… well.” He scratched the side of his eyebrow, looking sheepish. “You know our names are all from Greek mythology, right?” I nodded. The Gallaghers were famous for it—Hades, Apollo, Artemis. All pulled straight from ancient legends.

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

When she looked at me quizzically I continued, “I was asleep when we arrived.” Her body visibly relaxed and she gave a broad smile. “I see,” she said warmly. “You are in the home of our commander and most revered leader, Lord Geordie Brennus. His family ruled the Scottish Highlands generations before he was born. He comes from a long line of lords and masters. In Verso, he is king.” She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, “His family name is Breda. They were Italian emigrants. He switched it to Brennus. It is Gaelic for prince or raven. It suits him, eh?”

I love her more than life itself, seeing her green eyes and blonde hair melts every atom of hardness in my heart. "Can I hold her?" I don't recognise how small my voice has become. Marelyn places our daughter in my arms. I make a vow at the instant. I will always protect her and choose her and her mother first before anything else. They must know that they are the most important people in my life. "Her name is Kinna." I talk to our daughter in an undertone. "Do you hear that, Kinna? Your Celtic name means great champion, and that is what you will always be. A winner."

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you – what does Cosantóirí stand for?” “It’s a nod to my ancestry,” he explains with a proud smile as he sits down again. “My great-great-grandmother was full blood Irish. Cosantóirí means ‘defenders’ in Gaelic.” We finish breakfast, the mood lighter than before, and stand side-by-side at my double sinks to wash, dry, and put away our plates and silverware. “We’ve got about an hour to kill,” I tell him when I glance at the oven’s built-in clock.

“Respect your father.” “Why did you name me Angus?” he howled. “Every hot chick that asks about my real name is immediately turned off.” “Because, it's a traditional family name,” mom said proudly. “Every first son on my side of the family has had that name.” “Callie's name is Irish, too, but it's normal,” Mo said darkly. “Why couldn't I have been Patrick? Or Conner?” “Hey, I'm named after a river, okay? How lame is that? At least you're cattle, or whatever.”