Irish People Traits Novels & Stories

Gianna turned to Iris. "Tell me more about the Faes," she said. "Tell me everything." Iris didn't hesitate. She started talking as they walked slowly through the market, moving past the crowds that couldn't see them. "We were seen as pure," Iris said. "Our bloodline was considered pure and special. We had beautiful physical features that were almost surreal. The males among us were so handsome that it seemed impossible that they were real. The females had beauty that was ethereal, like we were made from light and magic instead of flesh and bone."

Irish replied coldly and stepped outside. "Kyria mou (My lady), you don't need to leave," Della said in the lower of her voice, "Thee mou (My lord) he is just not in his self." "Stop defending him Della!" Irish clinched her fist. "I don't care if he is in his self or not because the point here, he'll still be the ruthless man I knew. I'm stupid that I let myself to love him." Her voice shuddered and tears fell again like the rain doesn't have planned to stop.

Irish was quick enough to get out of the way and avoid him toppling over her. "You disgusting wench. Is this some new thing?" He was now standing and walking to Irish. Irish had thought that this would buy her some time to escape but he was a wolf, a freaking hulky wolf who was stronger than she is. He menacingly strode over to her, apparently angry because she was playing hard to get ~ refusing him. "It's against work ethics!" Irish yelled when he got closer but that excuse sounded too lame for someone so sexually perverted, who couldn't bear the brunt of refusal on his unbruised ego.

she says softly. Breaking eye contact as if she just remembered we’re present, she looks back at Sean and me. “But sometimes the injured or someone with a particular value. Unlike Teutonic weres who were viewed as monsters because they don’t finish the transition to full wolf like you do, Irish weres weren’t persecuted at all. And were guardians were highly prized. Sometimes they were even recruited by human kings at great expense during times of war.” Darby faces Ian again. “Why were you looking up Finn?”

"You're going to make her throw up all over my clean floor." Rick set me down as I placed a hand on my head to stop the spinning. He grabbed a rubber band from his wrist and pulled back his shoulder-length, sandy blond hair. His features were softer than Ian's, making it difficult to take him seriously when he grew angry, which rarely happened. Rick's mellow temperament seemed to contradict his pure Irish heritage. Leprechauns didn't get angry, I suppose. Maybe I'd paint him as a leprechaun one day. "I thought you had class," he said.

As Mino Lee walked across the campus, his presence was met with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. He was a humble and handsome guy, with a tall and lean physique that seemed to command attention without seeking it. His black hair was messy and unkempt, framing his face with a casual elegance that made him look effortlessly cool. But it was his eyes that really caught people's attention - they were a bright, piercing blue, with a hint of green around the edges, a trait that was often associated with people of Irish descent.

Still…it felt so real. “Okay, okay. Enough clowin’ around from my side. To answer your question; no, not all fairy and fae folk are from Ireland. I am what you would call a Seelie; my ancestors are of Scottish descent but as you can hear from my accent, we haven’t been back there for generations.” My eyebrows shoot up and I feel a burst of excitement at this new information. “A Seelie?”

"How is the Iris you are with so different from Britanny? Can you give me three things that make them so different?" "Iris Silver is short tempered but the one I'm with is more of a crybaby and easily scared. Iris Silver doesn't know how to do anything but somehow the one I'm with knows how to cook and has knowledge in medicine. Iris Silver never hides her mouth, she's always going to say it as it is, and although the one I'm with is like that, she only speaks when pushed to a point." I sighed deeply at how so many people were talking about the same person but with a different description.

Before he could answer she turned back to me and continued talking. “So each tribe is made up of a group of people who share similar characteristics, and these characteristics are notable when we fight, because some people are, like, really brave, or they want to be in charge, or some people come up with lots of creative ideas of how to get out of situations – you know, that kind of stuff.” I nodded along – this was the same as what Samyak had already told me, and hearing it again helped me to solidify the information.

I watched as he opened his mouth to bite on the raw meat, his fangs still bloody, and with the scent he left my side, I could tell he went hunting as there were stains of blood on the corners of his mouth too. I was still not sure if I was safe. He looked dangerous, and my heart didn't stop beating either, no matter how much I tried to calm it. “So tell me, why did you leave the Irish pack?” He asked while chewing on the meat. “I don't fit there." I lied; the River Ash pack was also called Irish, as the people there were much different from any other pack; they could survive anything like silver bullets and were very loyal to each other, rumors had it that most of them were just rogues.