Celtic Names Novels & Stories

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."

"A fine name indeed." "Hey what's the Gaelic word for fire?" she asked, watching a wisp of smoke unfurl from the young one's snout. "Aodh." "Is there anything you don't know?" "Maybe. Shamira grinned. "Aodh and Jörmungandr ," she said again. At least she'd finally gotten around to naming them.

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.

Charlotte prompted, and Liam answered automatically. "It's, uh...it's not short for anything. It's just Liam." "I think it's an Irish name originally," Sasha interjected. "Originally short for Ulliam, which means warrior, or defender." The conversation quickly moved onto the etymology of everyone's names, and it was only when there was a pause that Liam realized he could hear it. On the rare occasion that the entire table fell silent at once, there it was. The distinctive sounds of slurping, gagging...

Althaia “What the actual fuck?” I shrieked, and my father shot me a look. I was supposed to be dead? “But he said Althaia Volante, I’m a Celano.” I said to get an explanation for that. “Celano is a name your mother and I both decided for you to have so people wouldn’t be able to track you down easily.” He explained, “I never gave you my family name because I want to protect the only daughter I have.”

Iskander was Kabitte’s son and Akillo was my mother’s son,” I say, my heart clenching as I speak their names for the first time in centuries. “Sounds like a big family,” he says softly without judgement, “I was originally thinking you were of French ancestry because of your last name.” “Actually, there are no surnames where I lived. People were identified by their clan name, which can be different for everyone in the family. I don’t even remember what mine was. Over the centuries I’ve needed a last name when I was creating documents for this reason or that, and I chose the name Andilet. I just like how it sounded and I’ve used it ever since.”

Did that foolish human girl get herself mixed up with border rogues on her first day? Inside the black sedan, I turn my head, resting my chin in my hand as I look at Celt Hawkridge. "What a surprise seeing you out of Hawkridge Row, neighbor boy." Celt’s golden eyes flash with a sudden, searing ember of amusement. "Celt," he corrects gently, his voice dropping an octave into a low, possessive purr that makes the skin on the back of my neck prickle with raw heat. "That is my name, Joxie."

“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 am curious to know more. “Yes, your first name is for the moon goddess, your middle name is Cate in reverence of Hecate and your last name, our family name is Artemisia. Artemisia is a large genus of 200-400 plant species that includes many medicinal and magical herbs.” My grandfather explains.

"Where does the Muriel part come in?" "That's actually a name Hannah gave me, and Rachel decided that should be my last name, its a Celtic deprived name actually said Muirgheal, muir meaning sea and gheal meaning bright, Hannah called me that because I loved to watch the ocean, and said my eyes are bright in the light" Rebecca smiled "That's so beautiful" Villa blushed "Hannah can be a proper floral bouquet sometimes, she's a real colorful spectrum against the darkness of the vampire world"