Celtic Names Novels & Stories

Caulan – (COLL-an) The Dwarves The Ne’Lehts (Neh-LEHTS) Clan: Clan Leader: Kol – (KOHL) Furgus – (FUR-gus) Haelvor – (HAYL-vohr) Ulfor – (ULF-ohr) Runa – (ROO-nah) Other Clans: Ne’Kirhi – (Neh-KEE-ree) Ne’Chula – (Neh-CHOO-lah) The Jivanaar – (Jivah-NARH) (The Elves) Ja’saal (Ja-SAHL) – “Chief” Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah)

She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and held the letter closer to the dying fire and kept reading. I don't know how old you are right now. I don't know what you remember or what was taken from you. I don't know if you found your way to the wolves or if they found you first. But I know you found this letter. Which means you're exactly where you're supposed to be. Your name, your real name is Saoirse. It means freedom in the old language. I called you Selene in the human world because it was safer. Because Moon-touched names carry power and power attracts attention and I needed you to survive long enough to become what you are.

' 'Faolan,' he answered simply and fixed his pale eyes onto Iris's. Iris shivered, a remnant of her earlier exposure to the elements, or was it something deeper, something primal that Faolan's stare had stirred in her guts? 'Interesting name,' Iris said eventually, breaking the spell. 'Gaelic,' Faolan explained, 'Irish,' he elaborated slightly. 'Speaking of Irish,' he said and clapped his hands together. 'How about something to warm you up? You must think I'm a terrible host.' 'Not at all,' Iris replied. 'You've been more than kind. I... I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't found me.'

"You are not just working with me." "I'm working with the distillery," Valentina says. "For as long as it continues. That includes the next generation." The daughter's name is Catrìona (a Scottish Gaelic name, the Gaelic form of Catherine, meaning 'pure' — pronounced approximately KAT-ree-ona, with the accent on the first syllable; traditional in Highland families, often shortened to Catrì or Trina in daily use) and she is indeed twenty-six and knows everything Eilidh knows and has been waiting for the language.

5) Mo rí is Irish for “My King” 6) Go raibh maith agat is Irish for “Thank you” 7) Goddess Danu: Goddess of the Fae—also Goddess of Wisdom, Fertility, and wind 8) Dara knot: symbol of grounding and strength 9) Shield knot: used for protection from spirits or opposing armies 10) Celtic cross: represents strength, knowledge, and compassion—four beams represent both the four elements and the mind/body/soul/heart 11) Celtic dragon: represents sovereignty, power—identifies the leader of the kingdom

“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.”

“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.”

“What’s his name again?” “Cathal. It means ‘great warrior.’ And if his battlefield technique is anything like his bedroom technique? People will fall.” She waggles her eyebrows. “I sure as hell did. Repeatedly.” I snort. “Okay, tell me what it’s like to hook up with another supernatural. Any weird shit?”