Sidhe Stories

It is the year 460 AD and the Roman empire is still strong in an alternative Earth where magic exists. The Roman authorities hate and suppress the use of magic, which by its nature is wild and uncontrollable. Unknown to the empress and her brother, rulers of the mighty empire, they have an enemy, one that is inexorable; destructive; remorseless; a conduit for elemental forces. By driving magic away, the Romans did not make it weaker, only wilder and darker. And now the White Dragon is back, the empire is at her mercy. From a remote village in north Wales comes Arthyr, a beautiful young man of nineteen, who is the antithesis of Roman values. Yet the empress and her officers need his power over magic to assist their armies and face the White Dragon. Sent to train in Roman boot camp, Arthyr is the most difficult, insubordinate recruit the Roman sergeant-majors have ever had to deal with.

Lema, a sightless lady who though her life would be like she have dream: A life with the man she loved and life which was perfect. But, here came the man of her dreams. Would it be a happy ever after after she met her He'? That man she thought she knew was different: Cursed. Love could be a curse, and Lema could prove that. Would Lema break the curse or with her eyes, she would be broke?

In the village Echo Falls, a place surrounded by snowy mountains, where noise levels could potentially cause a life threatening avalanche, animals are being experimented on in order to find the cure to Huntington disease, a disorder in which nerve cells in certain parts of the brain waste away, or degenerate. When young Nia stumbles upon an injured wolf, she tends to his needs until he better. It's in this time she learns the truth, but looses her memory in the process. Now they must find the Sidhe to restore her memories and stop the government.

On May Day of 1901, Dublin falls. Dublin dies in the wake of a mysterious illness, leaving its victims rabid, mindless, and very hungry. Panic rises, driving people away from Ireland in fear of plague. But Stanley knows better. He can hear these 'sick', after all. And this is no plague; this is a curse. As a borne Chime Child, seventeen-year-old Stanley Brigham simply wants peace in his life. His Sight connects him to the magical and supernatural, and has long given him grief. He has only come to Ireland to introduce himself to his recently betrothed and return home. But his life is warped when the Outbreak finds its way into his world. The dead return, their voices still heard by Stanley, even when no one else hears them. Soon his ability catch the eye of Maggie MacNamura, a colorful Irish spiritualist who is keen on saving her home. Not but days after escaping back to England, Stanley finds himself drawn into Ireland's mess when Maggie approaches him and his closest companion, Vincent Cammish. She proposes that something (or someone) more magical is behind the mass attack, and she wants them found. Armed with little save for a folklore book and Vincent's company, Stanley ventures back to Dublin in search of the curse's mastermind. His adventures drive him deep in Ireland's magical realm, from the seedy underground of Monto to the Druidic order that guards this world. A world full of old magic, older politics, and dark creatures the British Isles have long forgotten. And perhaps with good reason.

Only three things matter to all good fey; fighting, festivities and fornication. Eamon mac Aeveen is the youngest child of the king of the fey. With twenty-nine older siblings, Eamon's always allowed himself to indulge to excess even by fey standards. His fiann are the only ones he lets near, and even then they're at arm's length. But, he has earnt the fierce loyalty of his eight fighters and they are the only ones for whom he would lay down his immortal life. Their oath is strong and their bond stronger as they stalk Tir nAill and Innisfail for threats to the balance. What do you do when you find out your life is half a lie? Well, one-quarter a lie, anyway. Niamh O'Callaghan was a normal girl. Or, so she thought. When a chance encounter with two strange boys finds Niamh in some perverted version of Hogwarts, she has to learn to fight, weave magic, and not fall for Killian, the boy with the brilliant blue eyes. Because fey are not like humans and there is nothing normal about falling for one. Thank Danu for Lachlan, who is more brother than friend in such a strange place. The only thing stronger than your oath... If falling for Killian wasn't worrying enough, Eamon's return to Gryffnhall throws Niamh's world upside down once more. Once a friend to her parents and still haunted by their deaths, Eamon has nothing to lose and everything to gain by taking Niamh from Killian, and he sets out to do just that using every tool in his royal fey arsenal. Niamh's determined not to give into either of them ...is the power of Her heart. But, an old evil is resurfacing and Niamh has an inheritance to claim from the king. So, Eamon and the Gryffyns are tasked with escorting Niamh and her fiann to the king. And, if they can lure out the big bad gunning for Niamh, all the better. But, travelling in close quarters stirs up trouble between Kilian and Eamon in the battle for Niamh.

This story takes place approximately 100 years after King Arthur ruled. when an unknown evil emerges they must go looking for the only thing that can stop this rising evil.

Innovera Yakov – The Journey of A Thousand Eyes takes you into a world of excitement and danger where thoughts and feelings are overheard and minds can travel to other worlds. What if they are right next to us? What if they are watching us right now and waiting? They already have a name for humans. They call us The Earthbounds. Be prepared to immerse your self in a world where falling in love could cost you your life and nothing is as it seems. Innovera Yakov – The Journey of A Thousand Eyes is the first installment in an action-packed fantasy drama where characters with powers of healing and destruction live, love, compete and disappear without a trace while they are being prepared for the Journey. What is the Journey? What happens to the ones who do not return? What unspeakable, stomach-churning things can happen to them there? Even Ayana the Great Healer, Krave ‘The Golden One’ and the powerful Blu Tara are terrified of it.

There are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls out, be it to another person or even to itself. Without passion, there can be no words to put together to create marvelous givings. From my heart to you, I present poetry that comes purely from within my heart.

Prophecies are troublesome, tiresome, bothersome, wearisome, irksome... one would get the idea after being confined by it since the time they were even thought of being created. This story follows a few who are tied by said irritating prophecies - and how those prophecies are determined to make themselves come true, however the 'prophecees' may try to escape. Most of the time they try to flee unknowingly - those who do try consciously are already too late. ---- Edit (12/10/2012): hi! This is my first time writing an official story story, not an essay story, so I am sorry for any mistakes! Please help me by commenting and giving advice or your thoughts on the chapters! I hope to improve my writing and maybe, just maybe, fulfill my dream of publishing my own book one day ^^ arigatou. BTW: this story contains quite a wide range of, well, things - including ambiguous (as of now) magic, wings, thieves, normal(?) teenagers, singapore, lamp posts. fox-demons, ........ (list will grow as more of the story is revealed. :) )

We sprout our wings and our skin begins to glow. This is a story about best friends navigating the world of sidhe. #33 in Sidhe 12/28/2022

Seven tears she must shed into the ocean; seven tides he must abide. Seven waves till they must return; seven faery darts to cause them to fade. Seven years they walked amongst the mortals; seven years invisible amongst the fae. To break the curse inflicted upon immortals; to still the seventh stream before the ninth day. Follow the adventures of Echo, Finn, Alfie, and Morien as they all must learn just what it truly means to be 'human'. With time running out, and their humanity slowly fading away; they have until the seventh stream to decide if they shall cling onto their humanity, or descend into the Other World. Celtic Mythological Races In Story: The Mórrigan, Merrows, Selkies, Finfolk, Aos Si, The Cailleach, Ceasg, Sluagh, Piskies, Púca, Féar Gortach, Féar Dearg, Aughisky, Mari Morgen, Draoi. This story is based from many oral storytelling's and tradition from my family heritage in Kerry, Ireland and Orkney, Scotland.

An old diary is given to the new owners of a house in Cambria, California. Designed by famous architect Julia Morgan, it has some oddities - including a spiral staircase in the backyard, leading to nowhere. What they discover involves old Welsh magic and the birth of the Tylwyth Teg King's half-human children. The house holds the key to bringing peace to Cambria and Wales - but it needs both women to mend a centuries-old rift.

A/N: [COMPLETE!!!!!] WATTY AWARDS 2013 FINALIST: BEST IN TV SHOWS FANFICTION!!!!! This is my fourth Merlin fanfic. It is set a few weeks after Arthur's death. Merlin is distraught by the death of his friend and he wishes more then any thing for Arthur's return. Read and For the Love of Camelot enjoy!!!!

A humorous and tragic twist on Celtic Mythology as you know it. This diary follows a daughter of a goddess and Faerie King who must choose between duty to her people, and what she feels she must do for herself. Will she find happiness? Or will she lose everything?

Fifteen hundred years. I'm sure it's been fifteen hundred years because I've felt every single moment of it. Every draw of breath, every step on the hard ground, every ounce of stark reality has been obvious to me. I'm not the same as I was. Time has a way of digging deep into your spirit and settling its claws there. And I will wait. I have no choice, but I keep telling myself that wouldn't matter. It might not matter. Would he even know me? Behind this familiar face is a creature who has lived the lives of hundreds of tortured souls. Does it show? Could he see the desperation there? If I made him look, really look... If he were here, I like to think I could be who I once was. Could feel the release of the claws of time like a weight coming off my chest. I like to think that weight would be erased. That I would be whole again. Have I only changed for the interim? Could that shroud be lifted for good?