Celtic Names Novels & Stories

“One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.” “I...I suppose not.” Padraig smiled as he let go of her chin and bent over her to sign his name. HIS name. Eliana noticed. Griogair and Alasdair were written slightly smaller than Padraig, the name he chose to be called most of the time. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning. “My other brother is wed to a lass far to the east whom we have never met. They too will have to couple for the emissary and they are yet strangers to one another. You are lucky to know me, are you not?”

So even if she met his brothers the lad would appear more his than Dair’s. “Why is it the boy has yer name if he is really yer brother’s lad?” Gair clenched his jaw then relaxed it and tried to speak with patience in his voice. He wished he had not agreed with James to leave her calling him Alasdair until the emissary was well on his way back to London. “I told ye in the night, mo bhean. My brothers and I all have the same name. Griogair Padraig Alasdair MacInnins.”

And seeing as he was eliminating the literal and metaphorical load on my shoulders, covered in shit nonetheless I didn’t want to start that fire. We walked in silence for a little while. “Hey, thanks again for all of this, I’m Selena everybody calls me Lena for short. What’s yours?” “Radames, Ra, for short.” “You mean like the prince from Puccini’s opera I mean not exactly like that but. Ok taking the foot out of my mouth let me start over. Radames huh? That’s a unique name doesn’t it mean Prince in Egyptian translation?”

“But first, who are you?” “Don. Oh, maybe you know her as the goddess Dana, one of the Celtic gods you’ve always thought of as a god who planted a death spell.” Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words.

The conversation flowed with safe topics: the weather, Viktor's travel experiences, and appreciation for American culture. But then Viktor turned to me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Luna Seraphina, I hear you have newborn twins. A son and a daughter, correct?” I was immediately on guard. Mentioning my children was crossing into personal territory. “Yes, Alaric and Celine. They’re two months old now.” “Beautiful names. Alaric is an old Germanic name meaning ‘ruler of all’. An ambitious choice for an Alpha heir.” Viktor took a sip of his wine. “And Celine—French origin, meaning ‘heavenly’. Poetic.”

She understands that she is the primary suspect for what happened to Celia. “Rush—“ Celia tugs on Lorcan’s shirt as she looked up at him with a sharp look in her eyes, willing him to stop from talking to Raven harshly as if she wasn’t harsh to her when she told Raven to give up her worthless life for her. Rush. A nickname short for Russell which is Lorcan’s second name. Only Celia calls Lorcan with that name. Lorcan glances at Celia when she stole his attention. Raven opened her mouth about to explain her side of the story and tell them about her innocence, when someone walks in, silencing everyone in the room.

I say, looking up at them. Belle nods, “yes we have, why don’t you tell them babe” she says, turning to face Lai. “We have decided to name her Talulla” he says, a wide smile on his face. “Talulla has Gaelic origins and comes from the words tuile and flaith, which mean abundance and princess respectively” Belle explains. I nod, feeling intrigued by the name, “that’s absolutely beautiful. A beautiful name for an extremely gorgeous baby girl”.

But before the child reached the door, Alexander’s voice halted him. “Wait a moment.” The boy turned around, his large eyes blinking curiously. “Mister, is there anything else?” Alexander tilted his head slightly. “What’s your name?” “Marcello,” the boy answered proudly. “It comes from Marcellus, a Roman name — from Marcus, linked to Mars, the god of war. It means ‘little warrior’ or ‘warlike.’ But my mum calls me Cello — like the instrument, violoncello.”

“Ayden. It is the Celtic name for fire and reminds me of my vow to you.” Skvoz’ ogon’ i smert – Through Fire and Death “Anastasiya and Ayden. Perfect.” Dimitri responds with her favourite smile dancing on his lips. Resurrection and Fire. An ideal fit for the Baranov name.

“Alright, I’m listening.” “For a girl, Alexandria. For a boy, Alexander.” Xander’s smile widened. “I actually don’t hate it. I really like them.” I beamed. “For a second boy, Rowen, as a nod to Devin’s Gaelic heritage. And for a second girl, Annika, after my grandmother. Middle names could be our parents’ names—Alexandria Lauren, Annika Adele, Alexander Richard, and Rowen Luhan.” Devin let out a whistle. “Shit. I love them all. I say we scrap the rest and go with Arya’s list.”