Irish Fiction Novels & Stories

' '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.'

"More two questions, pay attention. About 2978 years ago, the first book written by a Maximillianian citizen, was published. What was the book about? And who was the writer?" "It was a woman who pretended to be a man to be able to publish the book, once the people were narrow-minded and thought a woman should be a subject to be used by the man, and a machine to make children, nothing more than that. Her pen-name was Micheil MacCuinnleis, but her actual name was Màiri Matharnach. And the book was a romance called A Love for Saoirse. It was the story of Duke Brion Breaslain who was betrothed to a random noble lady since birth but fell in love with a peasant girl called Saoirse Lochlainn, who w

They were unruly sea pirates who were in charge of the trading posts and the slave markets scattered in different small settlements. On the East of the island of Larne dwelled the inhabitants of the Great House Brockbank of the Leprechauns which also served as home to the minor clans of the fairies of House Kinsella who were in charge of potion making and the goblins of House Lonergan who were skilled laborers specializing in metal work and armory. They also served as workmen and mercenaries, ever ready to work for the highest bidder.

The first few lines are an introduction to her academic paper, and about three paragraphs down I find what I'm looking for. It's widely acknowledged that the myth of the Creeslough Sea Maid is endemic to the northernmost villages of Ireland, but variations of the story can be found as far South as Kilkeel. The fable is assumed to be more than three thousand years old, and has long fascinated scholars of Celtic folklore – both for its longevity in oral tradition, and for its links to several older, more obscure mythologies. Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate interven

Irish smiled, admiring the way the glow of the fire made his hair glint. "So...we were talking about?"Ethan asked. "Huh? Yeah you were telling me a story about 'Y' Which has a tail and two branches" Irish said and they both laughed. "I love your collection of books" Irish said glancing round the library. One can spend years in reading all of the books here. "Thank you! But most of the novels here are Spic-fic novels,you might not find them interesting" Ethan said. "Yeah, i saw that when Gabrielle showed me the library" Irish said.