Irishmythology Stories

Eileen Butler thought surviving the accident would be the hardest part. She was wrong. Hidden deep within the Irish countryside lies Glenwood, a village untouched by time, where old legends are not stories but memories, and every path through the forest hides another secret. Its quiet protector, Cornelius O'Dwyer, has spent years keeping those secrets buried. Then Eileen arrives. The forest begins to sing. Ancient enemies awaken. And every instinct tells Cornelius that letting her leave may be the greatest mistake he has ever made. A slow-burn paranormal romance inspired by Irish mythology, where forgotten oaths, hidden worlds and impossible choices collide.

Sometimes the greatest love stories are hidden inside old legends. When thirty-five-year-old Ewelina travels from Poland to Ireland, she's determined to spend a week escaping reality-not searching for love. Then she meets Fiann O'Brien. Gentle, witty, and deeply connected to Ireland's history, Fiann introduces her to a world of Celtic myths, forgotten kings, windswept cliffs, ancient stone circles, and stories that refuse to die. With every mile they travel along the Wild Atlantic Way, the line between history and legend begins to blur. As their friendship quietly grows into something far more dangerous, Ewelina must confront the fears that have shaped her entire life. But Ireland has always kept its greatest stories until the very end. And not every legend is meant to be believed. A slow-burn love story woven into the legends of Ireland.

Nuada; the Irish king with the Sliver Arm, finds himself wandering through Ooo after a snowstorm and unexpectedly becomes a hero after fending off the Ice King from kidnapping Princess Bubblegum. Aided by Finn and Jake; Nuada must solve the mystery of why multiple dimensions are converging on each other...

The storm was what woke them, the wind screaming and the icy rain tearing them apart as the sky split with lightning. Two men, Finn and Osheen escape the storm without knowing where they are, or even who they are. As pieces of their pasts emerge, they embark on a journey across America, hoping to find some clue of who they are and where they came from. All they know is that something otherworldly has happened.

"Masquerade" is a short story I wrote for a contest. It's a fantasy story about a girl who is drawn into a faerie party and must find a way to escape when the faerie man she meets tries to enchant her into staying. It's pretty short for short story standards, but I hope you enjoy!

On one side of the divide, mortals and gods alike are preparing to fight a war that will determine everything. On the other, Ciara inhabits a small island where she prepares to chase her dreams of going off to be a combat medic. When a group of strangers ask her to play a role in the oncoming fight, she has to decide if she should- or even could- be who they want her to be. The realities of war, magic, and politics are grim. When you don't know what's right, all that matters are the choices you make and the courage to see them through. Thank you to @-ACRASIA- for the amazing cover!

Esta es una historia corta que tuve que crear para una asignatura de la universidad. Trata de dos elfas de la mitología nórdica que se ven obligadas a emprender el viaje de vuelta a casa, y terminan encontrando algo mejor: un hogar. This is a short story I had to creat for a university class. It is about two Norse mythology elves who are forced to find their way back home, and end up finding something better: a home.

In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.

this is a new Danmachi Rewrite story I thought of and it seems more interesting in my opinion in this story, Bell is the king of a kingdom called Babylonia, named after Babylon as it's an evolution of the kingdom in a new era, and is a direct decedent of Achilles, Hercules, Leonidas I, Gilgamesh, Arthur, and Mordred Pendragon, and Lycaon, having special power's because of it

Hidden behind an ever-shifting fog on Ireland's western coast stands Glasswick Academy, a school built on memory, myth, and lies too old to stay buried. Each generation, seven families send their children to Glasswick, inheriting Gifts tied to truth, illusion, decay, fate, creation, shadow, and memory itself. The school remembers them all. Sometimes too well. When Maeve Thorne arrives, her family's power is supposed to be extinct. But Glasswick has been waiting. As ancient prophecies stir and the walls begin to turn to glass, Maeve's awakening threatens to either free the school from its past, or trap everyone inside it forever. Keep your eyes open, and stay aware. Because at Glasswick Academy, the truth is never whole. It's remembered.

A sea of choices stretches before us, all leading to a new path. Yet, we shouldn't forget: the most important thing is the one walking beside us when we decide to travel roads unknown.

This is the creation story for my fantasy world combined with Irish mythology

Kiera has a deadly dark secret -- she is the descendant of a Merrow -- an Irish mermaid. Given the enchanted sapphire ring of her ancestor, it is now her time to bear the weight of the sea. Kiera, however, is not all too thrilled with her current life -- as she is neither Irish or American -- having no place to really call home, and no friends to make her happy. With Merrow's gathering, waiting for midsummer's eve to claim her -- Kiera by chance, befriends a cute grey-white seal pup who protects her from being harmed by another seal. Together, Kiera learns from the seals on how to relax and find beauty in this world. However, four boys from her class had just murdered her only friend and this was the spark that had awakened her ancestor's powers -- the ocean plunging her and the deceased seal into the icy cold Atlantic Ocean. Kiera then was saved by a selkie named Nuala who reveals that she is possessed by her own daughter, Una. Her once purposeless life is now thrusted deep into the dark abyss as Kiera finds herself becoming the new Selkie Maiden.

Aisling departs for Tír na nÓg with the rest of faeries.

Not going to lie, I wrote this in year 7. I'm kind of only putting it on Wattpad because it's kind of funny. As my bio reads, I'm into mythology. I know next to nothing about Irish mythology, but I did a little research before I wrote this story. It was actually an assignment for IT of all classes, and we were given 4 things to add into a story: An angry man, an aggressive bird, A lush jungle, and a boat. Hopefully you won't cringe too much.

On the shores of western Ireland, in a drab town - a young, day-dreaming waitress hides her scars. Chained to a life of caring for an alcoholic and abusive father, twenty-year-old Clara paints herself pretty lies of days when things might just get better. But, they don't...they get exponentially worse. Death. Her death. After a run in with a senile old man who foreshadows her death, Clara is faced with her greatest reality check yet. The Faerie are real. The monsters that drove her father to drink are real. Tír na nÔg is no bedtime story, it's her purgatory. Alive and lost in the unveiled and dangerous Fae world, Clara comes face-to-face with the Spirit of the Wild - Naisi, a crownless King broken by a shadow that's corrupting the Seelie reality. With the balance of nature upturned it's not only the Fae who are at risk. As above so below. And Clara must fight every prejudice to save a life, and in doing so she might just find her reason for living. ***************** Inspired by my fanfiction series of the same title. This is a re-telling based on the origins of 'To Live Again' and my love of fairytales - especially Beauty & the Beast and Irish folklore. For original fans of my fan work I can assure that there will be both familiar faces but entirely uncharted worlds. It's definitely not the same story but the characters are a little flicker of their origins. ***Beautiful Cover Design by the lovely @Stars_Alight*** Copyright 2020

- A retelling of Goblin Market with elements from Vasilisa - There is no cure once you have tasted the flesh of a Goblin's fruit. Ellery Brennan is the sole sane person in his village who hasn't tried fey fruit. Lured by wishes and fortune, Ellery has watched everyone he has known descend towards an incurable bestial greed for the fruit. When it becomes too dangerous to stay in the dysfunctional community, he is rescued by Lizzie, a girl claiming to know how to reverse the fruit's effects. But trust is hard to place on a person you have only met, especially when they appear to know more than let out to be. -------------------------------------------------- Gorgeous cover by @-rayofsunshine