Irish Name Novels & Stories

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.

Irish said with a smug look. " Irish. I need to go so if you excuse m-" "What's your name? "Irish cut the Alpha's sentence, completely ignoring him. Aaron poke the inside of his cheek, clearly annoyed. " Aaron. " " Aaron. "Irish tested the word on her tongue." Nice name but daddy suits you better. " Irish wink at a very flustered Alpha. Aaron used to be a playboy. He doesn't even know where his confidence has gone suddenly. " You have dark circles. Maybe I can help you to relieve your stress. " Irish said shamelessly.

History mixed with folklore, weaving a tale of magic and betrayal. No one alive knows the Alpha of the Iridescence pack’s name, and most refer to him only as the Game Maker. Rumor has it that the Game Maker is a half-breed. While his Father was a werewolf, his Mother was a powerful witch. The combination of species was unheard of, and happened before most of the witches went into hiding. Iridian was started over seventy years ago, with the infamous Game Maker taking the lead. There are many tales that explain why the Game Maker doesn’t age, tales of fiction with increments of truth.

' '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.'

I realised this must be a big deal for him, talking to my mother like this. “Like the emotion wrath or,” my mother paused, seeming a bit confused. Now I understood why Rem’s friend gave him the nickname Rem. Sighing softly, Rem said, “it is Irish. My family came from Ireland way back when. So no W in the name at all. I forget what it translates to, but that’s not important.” “Ah! Then, Rath? It’s cute,” my mother mused happily. She was never one to let corrections get to her, and she was almost always cheerful. Sort of where I get my own cheerfulness from, I did not doubt.

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.

Brigit said, before turning to discuss something with Morrigan. My mind turned inward, ‘Stella? You have brothers?’ ‘Goibniu (pronounced GUV new) and Creidhne (pronounced CRANE ya)! They are craftsmen of the Tuatha Dé Danann (pronounced TWO ah hah day DAN an). Let me take over. I will lead us to their forges.’

Erik was following behind her carrying their plates. “Oh can I please come?” Mom asked excitedly but apprehensively. “Of course you will Lil as well as Oliver and future Luna Sophie.” Ireland responded by casting her eyes down at the mention of Sophie. “Thank you Alpha Ireland that is very kind of you.” “Sophie, if you're important to Oliver you will be important to my children as well please call me Ireland.” “Any names in mind?” I couldn’t help but ask in an attempt to change the topic. “Well if it is a boy I thought Zander Kenneth it that is okay with you and Lil”

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.”

Ashley whispered in the newlywed mother’s ear as Lauren placed the wrapped baby in Irish’s arms, calming the baby down. "Thank you," Irish cried, looking up at all the mothers, who smiled at her. "You’re welcome, sweety; you did great," Lauren said as her smile widened, watching as Ashley basically fell in love with the baby. "What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked, earning a smile from Irish. "I was thinking maybe Leilani Ashley Pierce," Irish said, earning a gasp as Ashley smiled, sniffling before she hugged Irish. "That’s beautiful; thank you, Irish."