Novel & Cerita Irish Mythology Stories

I opened the book of Celtic myths, expecting the familiar comfort of stories I'd heard in childhood. Instead, I found myself reading accounts that felt less like folklore and more like historical records—tales of shape-shifters and ancient pacts, of curses that bound mortals to inhuman forms, of love that could transcend the boundaries between human and beast. How remarkably... relevant.

She was excited about the thought of meeting her mate, destined for her by the Moon goddess. Yes, you guessed right! Iris is a werewolf and I am a witch. And yes, all those stories you were probably told in the dark or around silly campfires by older kids just to scare the living shit out of you are true. Magic is real. Creatures, monsters, and things you would never believe were even possible were also very much real, and as a matter of fact, they all wanted me dead. I don't know what sin I must have committed in my past life but every single creature on this already fucked up planet wanted me dead.

He didn’t know this woman. “The goddess has married the two of you. It is an old custom, from what I know. It is older than I am. The stories say that the goddess will bring two souls together and wed them. The rings will look like willow leaves. They say that the two people are lost souls who once had an epic love. The man in the story died, killed by a warring tribe. The story says that the woman moved through time, finding the man over and over. Each time the man died, leaving the woman to go on alone. Soon, the woman was so heartbroken that she stopped looking for the man.” Rayne told the story as she had lived through it. Tears filled her eyes at the sorrow that would follow such a stor

Siri shows me two leather pouches. When the fire is roaring, we all step up to it and Siri opens one of the pouches, handing it to Marta. "The first handful of herbs we throw to clean our mind. Your worries will disappear and you are present in the moment. Just do as we do". Marta reaches inside, pulling out some herbs, before leaning over the fire, throwing them into the flames. A wave of blue/grey smoke hit her in the face. "Nam bithinn a ’coiseachd ann an gleann sgàil a’ bhàis, chan eil eagal orm ro olc. Amen". She speaks gaelic or at least I think she does. She breathes in the smoke and hands the herbs to Gudrun.

Jax asked when he finally entered the room. We both took turns giving Jax the rundown of our meeting. He like me was just as surprised at the variety of supernatural species that lived within Dublin. Half of them I never even knew were real, like the Merrow. Merrows are what the normies call a mermaid, except in cartoons they depict them as beautiful and innocent little women with a love for collecting shiny things. Well, Ariel aint got shit on a real Merrow, that’s for sure. Merrows are beautiful both in the sea and on dry land but they are also known for being quite vicious when they feel cornered or when someone tries to stake claim to something that is theirs.

Tessa follows her in, flopping near my chair after nuzzling my pocket for the cookie she knows I keep there for her. When Ian has Darby cuddled close protectively, he nods his chin at Sean. “Go on.” “The last were documented half-fae encounter was in Ireland. Both were alive at the time the book was written.” Sean skims the page, his eyes following his finger along the lines of words. “Says the fae was a poet, injured during a war between human kings and lost a hand. Name was Finn Thu.” From Ian’s lap, Darby suddenly perks up. “I remember him! He’s quite a bit younger than me. Very sweet, but a bit awkward. He had a blodeuedd birthmark on his temple and people teased him terribly.”

what happened to the moon goddess lover, many said he was hunted for his incredible powers and his whole people were decimated. This in turn drove the moon goddess to near insanity. As time moved on her child grew up and fell in love, in turn passing on the wolf abilities. The moon goddess blessing each one with a wolf. Over time it became more diluted as hundreds of years passed, and more generations were created we have what is known now. We have a suspicion and we are never far from the truth that Iris- your mate, is off the same magical being as the moon goddess lover.” “We think Iris is a druid, do you think that’s what the lover could have been?” “I believe so” I couldn’t believe it I

“Hey.” “What are you doing?” Cameron angled his head around to look at the line of runes that Rhett had drawn. “What do they mean?” Rhett shrugged. “My mum is super into Celtic stuff. It’s in her pack’s history, you see. They worship the Goddess Morrigan. She’s the goddess of death, destiny and battle. See, the Triskele, the Triple Moon, and the Triquetra…” He pointed to the symbols that he had drawn in a chain around his wrist.

But I heard it crystal clear. Banshee? What was Banshee? . “Don’t worry, Annie.”, I turned my gaze back to him when Cade spoke again. “This is the spirit world so having Banshee here is very common.”, He held my hand for assurance. “I know you might be wondering what Banshee is! So, A banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore that heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening. Sometimes she has long streaming hair and wears a gray cloak over a green dress, and her eyes are red from continual weeping. She may be dressed in white with red hair and a ghastly complexion. The size of the banshee is another physical feature that differs between regional account

“As I said my people, my tribe were slaughtered. They were called the Twa tribe, they emigrated to Ireland, living off grid in the Jungles surviving off the land. The townspeople rarely saw any of the Twa people. It became sort of like a myth that the townspeople would tell stories that could never be proven. But everything became all too real when children started telling their parents that little people were visiting them at night some good and some evil. Then they started noticing that people’s money, gold, and precious Heirlooms would go missing. Then the stories of people practicing magic in the woods began to spread like wildfire. The young children started to fear sleeping in their ow