Female Irish Names Novels & Stories

She was tall, with silver threading through her raven black hair and the same sharp Aubrey eyes I had seen on Lord Aubrey. The woman dropped the tray on my bed and shook her head. “No no no. Ms. Aubrey not Mrs. Aubrey. As much as I love my brother and my nephew., I cannot simply imagine a world where I am married to any of them.” She turned to face me, eyes widening and mouth slightly ajar. “Forgive me. I seem to have forgotten your own situation… I… I'm sorry. My name is Iris… Iris Aubrey. Frank’s sister, but just call me Iris… please.”

Vine asked, turning to look at me. “It isn’t important…” Cirdan answered and as he tried moving forward Vane was already by the gate. Cirdan sighed. They will not let us pass. “Her name is Iristendale. Heir to both the folks and light fae race.” Cirdan said reluctantly. I looked up to Vine face, he was looking at me with unfiltered surprise. He was genuinely shocked at the news. “Slap me sideways and call me Vine.” Vane breathed out.

She, of course, had had no idea of her name’s origin. "Of course,” he continued, a mischievous smile on his lips, “the Greeks stole it, as they do everything. The true origin of Caitlin is actually Irish. It's a Gaelic variation of the old French name, which was derived from Catherine, which in turn, was derived from the ancient Greek. So there you go—full circle. Some people would attribute it to the Greek goddess, Hecate. She, of course, is associated with magic, witchcraft, necromancy, and crossroads.

Saoirse. My breath caught. “What does that mean?” He quickly covered it, but I tugged his shirt open again. “Sa…or…see,” I murmured, trying to sound it out. “Sur-shah,” he corrected sharply, annoyance flaring. “I’ve heard the name—it’s Irish. An actress has it. Isn’t that… the healer’s daughter’s name?” His silence was my answer. I gasped, hands covering my mouth. “This is the past, Azalea,” he snapped. “We all have one. Even your brother—”

“Many people connect Morgan Le Fay to the Morrigan through the goddess Modron, of course, the Divine Mother. Many of the tales of both echo each other and so it occurs to me that our mother is given a different face and name by each person that worships her, none truly knowing her real name. So, Morgana is a wonderful name, don’t you think?” She picked up the bowl and began to sprinkle a circle on the ground big enough for two. “Aislen is also a wonderful name, it means a vision or dream. I wonder if your mother knew that?” She completed the circle and paused to toe off her ballet slippers before stepping into the ring of salt and sinking gracefully into a cross legged position. “I wouldn’t

"But we're trying now, aren't we? Might as well be prepared." I didn't know whether to laugh or hide from embarrassment. "You're being ridiculous." "I'm being practical," he corrected. "So, what would you want to name our daughter?" "What makes you think we'll have a daughter first?" I asked. "Just a feeling," he said. "But humor me. If we have a girl, what would you want to call her?" I thought about it for a moment. "Iris," I said finally. "I've always liked that name. It's beautiful and delicate but also strong."

In a second, the strange words I'd overheard were forgotten. Tiny paw. Princess. Little jewel. Brat. Dearheart. The Alpha’s little girl. Everyone called me different things, but my name was Iris Graupelfyr. I loved my Mama, and my Papa. And my brothers, even though they were a pain. I was the youngest daughter in our Pack, and today was my birthday!

A playful smirk laced Katherine’s lips when I turned to her so she could save me from the embarrassing situation. I never thought my daughter’s question would one day leave me speechless. I, who prided myself on being smart. And Katherine was relishing the situation. “Help me!” I mouthed the words to Katherine, who looked like she was about to burst into laughter. I timed it when Erin was not looking so she would not realize I did not know the answer to her question. I was already sweating profusely when Katherine took me out of my misery and began explaining. “Erin is the name of a country in Europe. It also pertains to the Irish goddess Eriu. In the Greek language, your name means peace.”

Ancalagon looks excited at being able to name his sister, so Ishir continues. “We thought of several, but we narrowed it down to two, Kainda, meaning the hunter’s daughter and Cyrene, meaning a strong huntress," Ishir says. “Cyrene. If you want my opinion, give her a name that defines who she is, not who’s daughter she is,” he says. I turn to look at Ishir. “Cyrene it is.” “I can’t wait to meet her,” Cal says, and he leans in, gently pressing his snout to my stomach and giving a rumbling purr.

I called out in desperation and I was relieved to see Janet poke her head inside the broken doorway. I tried to speak as another strong contraction started. She shrieked and told me to hold on as she rushed down the hallway shouting out for my dad and Cesan. “Your daughter is the Celtic moon deity Elatha and will have a Crescent Moon mark,” Ojani rushed out as I gritted my molars. “Whoopee fucking doo!” I snarled, feeling the urge to push. “You should name her Erissa Finnegani,” she said softly as I panted heavily.