Female Irish Names Novels & Stories

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”

“I was thinking of a usual Irish name, like Saoirse or Aoife something…” But Visenna’s expression shifted. “You’ll continue your journey to the Ambrosia?” He couldn’t help but give his wife a tight nod. “Yes. I sure will.” “If that’s the case, why don’t you name our daughter Rose or Rosella?” “Both are common. I want my daughter to have a name that is unique as her mother.” He then kissed her sweaty forehead. Being able to witness Visenna’s pain is a torture for him already. “What about Roslyn?” Visenna asked.

I can't help but cough out a laugh, especially since Rian is acting just as silly as Fiona. *** Cailleach means witch. aes sidhe means Fae. Leanan Sidhe means soul mate or other half.

or ‘ie’. “How confusing. No wonder you can spend years searching for long-lost relatives.” “I tried ‘Mary’ next and Moira is derived from that, as is Manon, Marilyn, Molly, Miriam, Polly. There are loads. Even Marianne is one of them.” “Marianne?” “Yes, Marianne, but surely that’s just a coincidence?”

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Still soothing my aching head, looking around for help, I felt so weak and I had to sit. "Do you think Alpha Grey would tolerate any form of delay, should you stay back here for the next two minutes?" Someone spoke from behind me, and I quickly turned to see who it was. A strange face. "It's me, Irisha," she tapped me, "Irialah." She spoke. I looked back at her again, she was thesame middle aged woman. "Never knew your name was Irialah, sounds so much like mine."

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or think that spelled trouble. “Rowanne, I want you to meet the girls who service our gladiators. Or will do, when they win.” She tittered behind her hand. “The whore in the middle is my daughter, Eithne, and I despair of her sluttish ways. Remind me, my dear, who is the one with the pockmarks?” “Isabel,” she replied, with dignity, “and this is Ava. We are all princesses in our own right.”