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(WOMEN FROM MYTHOLOGY) - MORGAN LE FAY

“ And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea. But this is my truth, I who am Morgaine tell you these things, Morgaine who was in later days called Morgan le Fay ”

Magnus Bane Quotes for the signs
  • Aries : Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely.
  • Taurus : You’re seventeen, you can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.
  • Gemini : Sure, and Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour.
  • Cancer : You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
  • Leo : There's no need to clarify my finger snap, the implication was clear in the snap itself.
  • Virgo : I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like.
  • Libra : I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two.
  • Scorpio : They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
  • Sagittarius : The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.
  • Capricorn : God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed.
  • Aquarius : Or we could go somewhere else, anywhere you want. Thailand, South Carolina, Brazil, Peru – Oh, wait, no, I’m banned from Peru. I’d forgotten about that.
  • Pisces : Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants.

Zodiac Faerie - Taurus

The fourth in my new set of zodiac faeries. I was looking through some of my old pieces and my Zodiac Faerie pieces from 2009-2011 were looking very… dated. And sad. So I felt that they needed to be updated and that I could do them far more justice now than I could then.

Taurus is the bull. This one was very different than my last go at it. Last time she was a traditional fantasy-type warrior. This time she is still athletic but based more on an MMA body-type. Taurus has two gemstones, emerald, which I included as her wings, and jade, which is included in her jewelry. The flower for Taurus is foxgloves, which I’ve put in her hair. The colour of Taurus is blue, which is in her “clothes”. On the bottom-right is Venus, the ruling planet of Taurus.

Taurus is reliable, responsible, stubborn, and indulgent.

Picture completed in May of 2017.

Media: Watercolours and ink on paper.

Finally

Request: Y/N has been Alec’s best friend since toddlers (and Izzy’s Parabatai) and they always loved each other,but never admitted,afraid it might ruin their friendship.when they find out that he’s about to get married,everyone freaks out,and he admits his feelings,until they found out that they’re to be marry to each other.what do you think?

Pairing: ReaderXAlec

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: Mild Language

Authors Note: Hey! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy none the less. And I hope this is what you imagined! Thank you for all the support recently! You guys rock ❤️

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by aleclightwoodssexyass

*GIF is not mine*

Y/n’s POV

“ So, do you guys want to come out to the Pandemonium with me and Meliorn?” Izzy asked, pulling a heavily jewelled necklace around her slender neck. She was struggling with the clasp so you moved to help her.

“ Izzy Im not sure if Mom or Dad would be happy with us all going out with a Faerie” Alec says strongly, folding his arms across his chest.  Frowning at his sister as if to say ‘you’re joking right?’. He had been super tense since his parents suggested the idea of marriage to him. He had discussed arranged marriages with them but you could see he was terrified of the thought.

You quickly distracted yourself by letting your eyes wandered to his biceps, damn they looks amazing. Alec’s physique always got you drooling, the way his hair flopped from side to side. How he had a crooked but sexy smirk that made everyone blush. But you had told yourself that he was off limits, Alec had been your best friend since you moved to the Institute. In fact you were certain that he thought of you as a sister seen as though his mother, Maryse and his father Robert had brought you up as one of their own.

“ Come on Alec it will be fun” Izzy rolled her eyes, looking at you with an expression as to say, help me out here.

“ Yeah, it will be fun! Come on Alec! You cant be boring your whole life ” you finally laugh out , eyes connecting with Alec’s. He quickly nodded and muttered that he was going to get ready.

“ Woo! High five!” Izzy cheers lifting her hand up that you gladly accepted.

“ We are going out! And you young lady” she says pointing at you as moves to her closet “ are going to find yourself a man”

You almost choke on the surrounding air, “ Wait! What did you just say?” You stutter out, you weren’t really the adventurous type when it came to  meeting new people. Especially if they just wanted to get into your pants.

“ You heard me! Meliorn said that a few of his friends are going to be there, and that apparently one of them has taken a liking to you” she winked, you pulled a disgusted face.

“ Whoever it is hasn’t even met me before!”  You whine, flopping down onto Izzy’s bed. This was a very bad idea.

“ And? That makes it even more exciting!” She says returning from Narnia, with a black dress. “ Here you’re wearing this.” She grins, throwing the garment at you.

Lifting it up, you realise that the dress was extremely short, like it was a just below the arse kind of dress that showed way too much cleavage for you liking and that was tight enough to be a second skin.

“ You have to be shitting me?” You mumble, looking up at Izzy who was holding up a pair of black Stuart Weitzman heels, damn those were some nice looking shoes!

“ Nope and you are wearing it! No ifs or buts” she insists and throws the heels at me. “ Now go get changed”

You followed her demands and made your way to your room. After closing the door you began to remove your current clothing. When you were just down to your underwear you heard your door open.

“ Hey Y/N do you still ha- by the angle” you quickly spin to be greeted by Alec. His eyes were scraping up your body at a very slow pace, taking each inch of you in; which made you blush, was he really checking you out? Like for real?

“ I er- erm.. I should of knocked” he stutters out regaining eye contact.         “Im sorry…”

“ Its okay, what did you need?” You say quickly grabbing your silk dressing gown from the end of your bed, and quickly slipping it on.

“ I was wondering if you still had my grey hoodie” he says, scratching the nape of his neck, was he nervous?

“ Yeah, one sec I will just grab it for you” you smile, wandering over to your window seat, you picked up a grey hoodie that Alec had lent you on your last mission. The one were Jace went undercover as a bodyguard, it was really funny.

“ Here you go” you say sauntering back towards Alec. He quickly took it from your grasp, your fingers touching for a split second. Fireworks went off in your stomach, but your face remained blank. You couldn’t give it away, the fact that you found him extremely attractive. No! You couldn’t do that, it would ruin everything!

“ Thanks” he murmurs turning to leave before turning around to face you again “ Again Im really sorry”

“I said its fine, now get out if here so I can change” you laugh, pushing him playfully out the door. And swiftly closed it.

You didn’t have much time to get ready now, you quickly slipped the tight dress on. Constantly pulling it down whilst trying to fasten the straps on the heels. You really weren’t built for this lifestyle, you were a more for the combat and dangerous side of life. Not dressing up and going to bars to get wasted.

After applying minimal make up, simple cat eye, mascara and a bit of chapstick. Your face wasn’t prone to bad acne so foundation wasn’t really a big fuss in your life, which you were highly grateful for due to the fact that it used to be real bad in the early teen years.

You quickly grabbed a leather jacket and made your way out to the hall. Izzy and Alec were already waiting there for you.

“ Iz Im telling you this dress is wayyyy to short, you sure this isn’t a shirt” you chuckled as you walked down the hallway towards the pair.

“ Nope defiantly a dress, and damn girl the faerie boys are going to be all over you tonight” she shrieked in excitement. “ doesn’t she look AMAZING Alec?” She says turning to her older brother that was once again scraping his eyes up your body, really again?

“ Alec!” Izzy shouts, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“ Hmm?” He says, a bit clueless to what had just happened.

“ I said doesn’t Y/N look amazing, but I guess you’ve already seen for yourself” she chuckled, turning for the door. Leaving both you and Alec blushing like hell.

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Alec’s POV

Alec why are you being so stupid?! Really? Checking Y/n out was one thing but getting caught by your sister? I just cant help myself, Its difficult being attracted to your best friend…

Walking into Pandemonium, I could smell the Downworlders, like rotten cheese. They all reeked of it, I crumpled my nose up in disgust. By the angel how did Izzy hangout with these people.

“ Hey, I going to go get us some drinks” I say loudly, trying to talk over the roaring music. Y/n and Izzy nod, so I head over to the bar.

Downworlder, werewolf to be exact was the bartender.

“ Well look what we have here, a child of the Nephilim” the guy behind the bar says in a sadistic tone.

“ You would be correct there, wouldn’t you… Lycanthrope” I say back in a mockingly way just to piss him off.

“ What can I get you Shadowhunter?” He says, glaring at me.

“ Three Tequila Sunrises, please” I reply pulling out my wallet.

“ coming right up”

After grabbing the drinks I tried to find the girls. Moving over to the dance floor I managed to snag a booth, where I placed our drinks. I took a gulp from my glass, the alcohol burned as it traveled down throat, damn this was awful but it was relaxing.

From the other side of the club I see Izzy dancing with Meliorn, where’s Y/n? My eyes quickly scan the dance floor only to see her stumbling away from a group of men. She looked like she was crying… What the fuck?!

I immediately ran to her, dodging the odd vampire in the process. Finally reaching her, I moved to grab her shoulders. She flinched from my touch but soon after realizing it was me, held onto me for support.

“ Hey, what’s wrong?!” I shouted over the blaring music. She just hugged me harder.

“ Are you okay?!”

She lifted her head and came closer to my ear.

“ Can we go, please?” She mumbled into my ear, I quickly nodded and began leading her to the entrance.

Once we made it to the pavement outside I asked her what had happened.

“ A guy tried it on with me and wouldn’t take no for an answer, nothing happened… I’m okay” she gave a weak smile. My blood began to boil how dare somebody do that to such a sweet girl.

“ wait here” I mutter, heading back into the club. My adrenaline was pumping, I was going to teach that twat a lesson! I stormed over there and pushed my way to the ring leader. Two faerie women were sat on his lap.

“ May I help you?” He laughs.

“ I’d like to have a word with the guy that tried it on with my girl” I spat. The whole group erupted in laughter.

“ You mean the one that tried hitting on your little shadow girl?” I rolled my eyes at his pathetic lie.

“ If that’s what you want to call it” I replied, folding my arms.

“ Well our boy Oscar here was the one that took a liking to the young lady . ” he chuckled pointing to a guy that was literally blue. Faeries just cant keep their hands to themselves. I strode over and connected my fist to his face, then again and again… He gets a hit in, right in my eye, but I knocked him to the ground. The next thing I know is the bouncer was pulling me away and dragging me to the entrance.

“ BY THE ANGEL!!!! ALEC ARE YOU OKAY?!” I hear Y/n’s frantic voice as she runs towards me. Pulling me into a hug, more to support me due to me being lightheaded.

“ Yeah I’m grand” I chuckle, hugging her back. Once we pulled away she placed a soft hand onto my cheek and gently stroked my now swollen eye.

“ I cant believe you did that for me” she whispered. Looking me in the eye then back to my pulsing wound.

“ I’d do anything for you Y/n” he whispered back, studying her face, she was so beautiful.

“ Thank you Alec” she replied and leaned in. My heart started to race, her lips met mine and suddenly I was in another world. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Not like I was complaining.


Y/n’s POV

YOU WERE KISSING ALEC!!! What the actual fuck?! Where had this burst of confidence come from? But the thing you were so surprised about was the fact he kissed back!!!

The make out session lasted a good couple of minutes, till you guys pulled away for air.

“ Wow” he mumbled catching his breath.

“ I know ” You grinned, his arms still around your waist.


********

You guys finally made it back to the Institute, giggling as you walked through the door. Wow this night was turning out great, minus a few moments.

“ Hey do you want to watch a movie?”  You suggest, taking the heels off your aching feet. Then making your way to the kitchen.

“ sounds like a plan” Alec beamed, smiling as he took his grey hoodie off, revealing a navy blue t-shirt. Damn he really suited dark colours.

“ great” you smiled back as you go to grab the microwavable popcorn from the top cupboard. You reached up on you tiptoes to try and reach the box.

You suddenly felt a body behind you, Alec’s warm breath on your neck. He grabbed the box effortlessly.

“ let me get that for you” he whispers, making your spine shiver.

“ Y/n…”

“ yes Alec?” You whisper in reply.

“ I really really like you”

“ I really really like you too” you breath out shakily.

With one sudden movement you were on the kitchen counter and a wild Alec attacking your neck with soft kisses. His lips attached to yours for the second time tonight. Your hands made their way to his hair, pulling him closer to you. You could do this for hours…

A sudden cough coming from the doorway broke you two away.  Robert was stood smirking, oh my god…

“ You two having fun?” He chuckled.

“I.. Erm..” Alec stuttered, obviously embarrassed that Dad had just catch him making out.

“Your mother and I would like to speak to you in the study” he smiled and headed back down the hall.

Alec turned back to you, and within seconds you both burst into fits of laughter.

“ You better go see what they want” You giggle trying to compose myself.

“ I suppose you’re right” he sighs nearing you, quickly pecking you on the lips “ I will be back in a minuet ” he whispers rubbing his nose against yours. You smiled internally and externally at his cuteness.

“Okay, don’t be too long” you say, jumping down from the counter and began to prepare the popcorn.

Alec’s POV

What on Earth could my parents want at this time?

I slipped into my Mum’s study, closing the door behind me.

“ you wanted to see me?” I say curiously.

“ yes, please sit down dear” Mum says with a slight smile, motioning to the couch in front of her. I quickly sat and looked at my parents to explain why they needed me.

“ so what’s the matter?” I question.

“ we have picked your bride to be, the wedding is going to be in two weeks” They both blurt out.

Wait… What?!

I cant marry anyone right now! I’m not ready! And what about Y/n…

“ I cant do it” I say looking at my hands.

“ Nonsense” Mum brushed off “ you are now dismissed ”

“ Do I not have a say in this?!” I say raising my voice, standing.

“ No”

“Wow just wow” I say sarcastically storming to the door and slamming it on the way out.

Y/n’s POV

The popcorn had finally stopped just as Alec appeared in the doorway. He didn’t look too happy…

“ I’m guessing it didn’t go so well?” You ask softly, pulling out two glasses and beginning to fill them with soda.

“ I’m getting married Y/n” he blurts out in a monotone voice. You pause suddenly.

“ when?” You say in an emotionless voice, you heart was racing, panic  taking over.

“ Two weeks”

“ Ah a beautiful spring wedding, that will be lovely for you.” You say concealing your true feelings.

“ What?! Why aren’t you pissed off that I’m getting married? ” he says raising his voice coming closer.

“ Because Alec, there isn’t anything I can do about it!” You reply in the same tone back, turning to face him.

“ Well I’m furious! I don’t want to marry some Idris freak that doesn’t even know me! I want to marry somebody that I love! Someone that makes popcorn and soda for movies, I want you…” He rants, catching his breath, looking you deep in the eyes.

“ Alec… You’re getting married to the person your parents have picked… Thats how it works, trust me I wish things were different” you mumble the last sentence, grabbing your soda and bowl.

“ look I’m going to go watch Footloose, so if you want to come you can” you mutter heading back to your room.


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The Next Morning

The sun shone through your blinds creating a pattern on your duvet, your eyes fluttered open. Two strong arms were holding tightly to your waist.

You move slowly to face the snoring boy, Alec looked younger and more innocent when he slept, all of the worry and concern left his face.

“ stop staring” he groans, opening one eye.

“ If you don’t want to be stared at don’t sleep in my bed” you reply, placing a hand on his cheek; gently stroking his cheek bone.

“ But I wanted to sleep in your bed” he sighs in his morning voice. Damn morning voices were always the best.

“ Tough then” you grin. Alec quickly moved so that he was straddling you.

“ shocking” he mutters, with a smirk.

“ I want pancakes” you groaned, pushing his body off yours, and getting out of your bed.  You had black Nike shorts on with a pain tank top on, meh good enough.

You grabbed your teddy bear slippers and popped them on your feet. Before moving to the door.

“ bye” you say as you head towards the kitchen.

You entered to see Max at the breakfast bar, colouring in one of his books.

“ Hey Max, want some pancakes?” You say in a happy tone.

“ yes please!” He grinned nodding, then focused back to colouring.


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After breakfast you began to make your way back to your room only to be stopped by Maryse.

“ Hello Y/n”

“ Hey Mrs Lightwood” you reply politely.

“You mind if we have a chat?” She says indicating towards her study with her head.

“ not at all” you smile, following her into her study. In the room was Robert and Alec… Wait why was Alec here?

“ Just take a seat next to Alec dear”
Maryse smiles, sitting next to her husband. You quickly pop yourself down next to Alec. You question him saying why are we here with your eyes but he doesn’t have a clue, so just shrugs.

“ So Alec must of told you about the wedding then?” Robert starts.

“ Yes he did mention it” you say quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“ Aw that’s good, so when do you want to start wedding dress shopping?” Maryse questioned, with a huge grin.
Yours and Alec’s heads snapped up in shock.

“ I’m sorry what did you just say?” You say quickly with wide eyes.

“ well the weddings in two weeks you will need a dress to get married in”

“ wait… I’m marrying Alec?” You ask, excitement building.

“ yes dear” she laughs, looking between me and Alec “ you two are clearly in love”

“ I don’t know what to say” you mumble, looking at Alec; who was ecstatic right now.  

“ You don’t have to say anything, you can go if you would like” Robert smiles.

“ Thank you” you say with a grin, you grab Alec’s hand and drag him from the room, to your bedroom.

“ When were you going to tell me that I was the one you were going to marry?!” You laugh out, closing your door.

“ I didn’t know ” he chuckled, hugging you tightly, but suddenly holding you to arms length.

“ You do want to marry me right?” Ge asks with a serious facial expression.

“ Of course you dummie!” You giggled bringing him closer to you.

“ I couldn’t think of anyone that I love more that I would want to marry” you whisper, looking Alec in the eye.

“ Me either” he mumbles rubbing his nose against yours.

fake novel meme — arthurian legend + ANGELS

SOUTH OF HEAVEN

Evrard de Brecons, third son to Sir Ganelon of the Fierce Countenance, has always been his family’s great disappointment. No faerie-women ever came to him begging to rescue their daughters; when he gave aid to old women at the road-side, they invariably advised him to keep away from root vegetables, not how to find a sleeping princess. He never stayed in a vanishing castle, nor beheaded large green men, nor fought the Saracens in a glorious battle, nor glimpsed Avalon through the mist.

His life thus far has been so ordinary that his father has begun dropping hints about the priesthood. (It doesn’t take anything special to get religion, after all.) Ever the dutiful son, Evrard is practicing praying in the family chapel when there is a sound like a group of troubadours falling off a cart. He is suddenly blinded by a flood of light and a thunderous voice proclaiming, Be Not Afraid!

…this is how Evrard de Brecons ends up braining an angel with a candlestick.

The angel–Boslenus, the name is Boslenus–uses his long white robe to staunch his bloody nose and says (a little resentfully) that Evrard has been chosen to undertake a dangerous quest. Namely, to retake the Holy Grail from an evil sorcerer and bring it to its proper place in the halls of the castle Corbenic.

Evrard laughs, and tells the angel that he must have the wrong de Brecons brother.

(Boslenus does not have a sense of humor.)

Suddenly, Evrard finds himself being dragged across the countryside by an angel who seems to have his own motives for their questing. They pick up increasingly strange company in their travels–Morien, a Moorish squire who seeks his father, the great Sir Aglovale; Anselma, a princess cursed to turn into a bear after sunset; and Roderick, a bard with a voice that could rust plate armor.

There are certain things his father and brothers failed to mention about quests, Evrard realizes. Most of them have to do with how much time you spend cold and wet, listening to Morien and Ansemla fight about who gets the last cake.

The rest of his questions are about angels, and whether you’re allowed to kiss them.

Celtic Goddesses and Gods Part 1

Aebh (Also Aobh)- A Goddess of Ireland who was the wife of the sea God Llyr, her son is the shapeshifter, Aed Mac Lir. 

Aife (Also Aifa, Aoife)- Called the Princess of the Land of Shadows, she is a Celtic Queen associated with Scotland and a rival of the Amazonian queen Scathach. She is defeated by Cu Chulain and his son. Also the consort of the sea God Manannan and mother to Connla, she is associated with the swan, crane, and the alphabet of knowledge. 

Aine- A primary Earth and solar sovereignty Goddess of Ireland associated with the Summer Solstice, she is still worshiped on Midsummer’s Eve and appeards on St. John’s Night. Queen of the Faeries and women of the Side, she is a Goddess of love, fertility, and desire. She is the daughter of Dannan Owel, wife and sometimes daughter of Manannan Mac Lir, and mother of Earl Gerald. As a powerful sorceress, her magickal symbols are the “red mare”, fertile crops, cattle, and the wild goose. 

Amaethon- He is a wild husband-man and God of agriculture and the harvest. The Welsh word for farmer is “amaethwr”. Called the Harvest King, his symbols are the fruits of the harvest and farmer’s tools, particularly the sickle, hoe and plow.

Andraste (Also Andrasta)- She is an Icenian warrior Goddess of victory, war, fertility, life, and death. The British have sanctuaries dedicated to the Goddess Andrate in a sacred woods, like the forests of the Island of Mona (Anglesey). She is associated with the hare. 

Arawn- He is the Welsh king of Annwn (Annwfn), the Brythonic Underworld; The Land Over Sea, Land Under Wave, Caer Sidi the Revolving Castle. He is shapeshifter, God of death, rebirth, ancestry, and war. He sent the swine to Pryderi, and is associated with cauldrons, sweet water springs, magickal beasts, the ancestral tree, and the pig. 

(Source: Exploring Celtic Druidism Ancient Magick and Rituals for Personal Empowerment by Sirona Knight)

Types of witches

Like honestly guys there are so many types of English witches alone that it would be hard to find a complete list. 

Pellars, Cunning men, wise women, Faery Faith, Wiccans, sea witches, folk witches, village witches, hedgeriders, Wizards, Sorceress, house witches, trad witches, neo pagan witches, Alchemist. 

That’s all I can think of on the top of my head and I know I’m missing some, some very important ones lol. 

So lets not try to focus on types of witches in the world because youll never find a list long enough and inclusive enough. 

The best thing you can do is to focus on honing your craft and learning witchcraft in general and than further specializing by finding paths that appeal to you and study them and further specialize. 

Focus on what you want witchcraft to do for you and a title will follow.

Fae Folk

Alvens: These are Water faeries who float around on bubbles and hate fish. During a full moon, they come on land to dance and play. They are not particularly friendly.

Amadan Dubh: This is a particularly dangerous type of faery that is greatly feared among the Gaels. They are known as the “fairy fools,” and the bringers of madness and oblivion. They play faery enchantments on their reed pipes on hilly slopes and precipices after sunset.

Banshee: The name “banshee” means a woman of the faery. It corresponds to the “Fear Sidhe” or faery man. The wild banshee wanders through the woods and over the moors at dusk, and some- times lures travelers to their death. Banshee can also travel at will to great distances. Appearing in tattered gray clothes, they are basically a sociable faeries who have become solitary through sadness and grief. They are the honor- able ancestral faery women of the old clans of Ireland, who are heard, but rarely seen. They wail a blood-curdling lament just before mis- fortune, illness, or death occurs in their ancestral families. Their wail can kill or instantly age mortals who hear it. Banshee also avenge the death of their descendants. They generally appear either as beautiful maidens or gruesome crones. Salt water and silver can harm them.

Bendith Y Mamau: They have the ill disposition and ugly appearance of goblins, but the glamour of the faeries. Living in underground caverns, they don’t care very much for mortals and they have been know to steal cattle and children, to kill farm animals, and to break important tools.

Billy Blin: A household familiar who is popularized in English and Scottish songs.

Boggart: They are known for breaking things and making trouble, but seldom do serious harm. Most old homes have a boggart. The supernatural boggart is sly, annoying, mischievous, and a prankster. They pull the covers from sleeping mortals, rap or pound on the door at odd times, or rearrange the furniture at night when you are sleeping.

Brownie: They are from 1 to 2 ft. tall and are scattered throughout the highlands and lowlands of Scotland as well as the northern counties of England. They have brown, wizened faces and hair growing all over their body, so they don’t need to wear clothes (although sometimes they are seen wearing brown cloaks with hoods). As household faeries, they do unfinished jobs such as mowing, threshing, caring for the laying hens, and tending the sheep and cattle. They bring good luck to a family, providing that the family treats the brownie well. Brownies also love animals and will take care of the household pets. They adore gifts of food and drink such as milk and honey cakes, but abhor gifts and wages. Urisks are the Scottish version of brownies.

Buccas: Residing in Cornwall, they are magickal beings that inhabit mines. Also called tinmine demons, they are the wind goblins that foretell shipwrecks.

Bwca: This is a sort of Welsh version of a brownie, but a more particular one. They can be great help around the house, but if offended they can become harmful, throwing things around the house, spoiling the milk, and ruining the beer.

Callicantzaroi: Naked, they ride about on chickens. They live in troops and are zealous in their celebrations of Yule.

Clim: A mischievous goblin that resides in chimneys and peeks out at children, scolding them when they are bad.

Clurichaun: Residing in southwest Ireland, they are renowned drunkards who both guard and raid wine cellars. The Clurichaun sing in Gaelic and have beautiful, magickal voices.

Coomlaen: These “elven steeds” appear as tall, thin, white or silvery horses who live in the forest and are always in the company of elves. As shapeshifters, the coomlaen can take the shape of their de- sires, but must return to the shape of a horse once during each day for at least six hours. They are fiercely devoted to one rider at a time and the bond lasts for the lifetime of the rider. The two communicate telepathically. Because the Coomlaen defends its rider, in order to befriend a coomlaen you must first befriend its rider. Coomlaens adore gifts of apples and honeysuckle. Iron is harmful to the coomlaen.

Cooshie: Also known as the “elfin hound,” they live in the forest and appear as large, silver-furred wolves that move quickly with the grace of a large cat. The cooshie stay with their elfin masters, and have heightened senses, including knowing when there is any magickal, spiritual, or physical presence in their territory. Like elves and coomlaens, they have an aversion to iron. Cooshies can heal sick or injured travelers and calm troubled minds and hearts.

Corrigans: From Brittany and Cornwall, they live in the woods, near streams. Corrigans are winged faeries who like to play pranks, such as taking human babies and replacing them with changelings.

Daoine Sidhe: The immortal polytheistic group of goddesses and gods of Pagan Ireland who merged with the land, these are the cream of the crop of faeries that form a faery nation. They appear in human form, dressed in green, and are called the peaceful faeries. They preside over the faery kingdom, play sweet music, dance, ride milk-white faery horses, and are generally accompanied by their faery hounds.

Dryad: They are happy, friendly, and playful wood nymphs who live in and take care of the trees. They are born of the same seed as the place they live. Dryads are the color of tree bark or leaves and their dark green hair is extremely long and flows about them. They can disappear by stepping into a tree, as if stepping into a dimensional door. Sometimes their skin is dappled like a tree trunk. Dryads are usually very charm- ing, sing beautifully, and particularly like willow and oak trees. Damaging a dryad’s tree harms the dryad as well, but the dryad can defend its tree by creating storms and lightning.

Dwarfs: Both male and female, dwarfs are usually from 3 to 5 ft. tall, with broad shoulders, large muscles, long arms, stumpy legs, and lots of facial hair. They are quick tempered, loyal, and immune to physical damage. Working with Earth, Fire, and stone, they are found underground under moun- tains and hills where they mine metals and gems, especially copper. Their craftsmanship is unmatched in the mortal world. They adore gifts of both precious metals and gems.

Eash Uisge: They are the Highland water horses known for being fierce and dangerous. They have the ability to shift into the shape of young, hand- some men.

Elves: According to Norse mythology, elves and dwarves are created in the time before humans from the body of Ymir, the giant. Inhabiting one of the upper worlds, and often found in Natural settings such as woodlands and forests, elves are somewhere between mortal and divine. Originally between 5 and 7 ft. tall, they were thin, strong, flexible, and quick. Their hair was usually red, blond, or light brown, and they had cat-like ears. Their cat-like eyes are green, blue, silver, or gold with slitted pupils. Through time, the elves became Elemental spirits of the land, sea, and forest, who are sometimes por- trayed as small, good-natured creatures with brown skin and delicate features. Iron does not kill elves, but it can injure them. They adore gifts of quartz crystal, pearl, moonstone, and silver. In the Western world, Santa Claus and his helpers are elves.

Ferrishyn: The Manx name for the faeries, also known as the “sleigh beggey.”

Fir Dearg: Also known as the “fear darrig” or the “red men,” they are a mischievous, rare breed of faery, who dress in red and have red hair. Their only interest seems to revolve around playing practical jokes on humans.

Ganconer (Gean-canogh): Also known as a love faery, the ganconer is a leprechaun-type faery who appears as an incredibly handsome young male. Called the “lover-talker,” he spends most of his time seducing milkmaids and shepherdesses. Appearing in lonely valleys and fields, they are known for playing beautiful songs on their pipes, but their fate is ultimately to be alone.

Gnomes: They are elderly dwarf people who stand from 1 to 2 ft. tall, and like dwarfs, live under- ground except for the few times when they come up to roam in the deep forest. Male gnomes grow long beards. Gnomes live under old oak trees in heavily forested areas, and like gifts of beautiful stones.

Gray Elves: Not choosing to associate with any other magickal beings, they live in isolated meadow- land. Gray elves have either silver hair and amber eyes, or pale, golden hair and violet eyes. They are very intelligent and extremely rare.

Gwartheg Y Llyn: The Welsh name for faery cattle, said to be usually milk-white in color. A farmer who gained the favor of this magickal cow was said to be richly rewarded, but the farmer who tried to lift a hand to hurt the animal would find misfortune would come to the farmer.

Gwradedd Annwn: The Welsh name for the “lake maidens,” they are beautiful and desirable, but are not like sirens and nixies. They are known for marry- ing mortals much like the Silkee or “seal maidens.”

Hobgoblins: They are the English cousins to the Scottish brownie and Welsh bwca. A house faery, a hobgoblin’s favorite place is behind the kitchen fire, once known as a “hob.” Once settled, they rarely leave the house, and when feeling ne- glected, they are known to hide keys in the most unlikely places. They are vulnerable to iron and gold. In folklore and literature, both Robin Goodfellow and Puck are hobgoblins.

Knockers: In Cornwall, they are generally helpful mine sprites that are particularly attracted to rich veins of ore. Miners of old were said to follow the sound of the knockers’ tools pounding the rocks to find a strike. Knockers are also known to warn against cave-ins and floods, and as such, the miners always leave them gifts of food and drink. In Wales, knockers are known as “coblynau.”

Kobold: The German name for the “little people,” originally they were tree sprites who were captured and brought home in wooden boxes. The per- son who captured the kobold could open up the box and the kobold would do things for her or him. But if anyone else opened the box, the kobold would take revenge for being confined. They formed the basis for the original jack-in- the-box for children. They are old men the size of small children who wear pointed hoods or caps and green clothing. Loud noises and strong winds scare them. For gifts of food and milk left out at night, they will do any little job around the house and barn, such as washing the dishes, preparing meals, sweeping the floor, making the fire, or tending the farm animals. Kobolds also have the ability to cast binding spells and will go to great efforts to protect the members of the household. If mistreated, they can become truly nasty.

Leanhaun (Leanan) Sidhe: They are the faery mistresses or sweethearts of Scotland and Ireland. They crave love, and try to gain power over their lovers, treating them like slaves and draining all the life out of them before moving on to new lovers. Said to be an inspiration to poets and musicians, these magickal faeries act as sort of muses, giving the artist’s work an otherworldly quality.

Leprechauns: They usually manage to trick their way out of surrendering their gold. Only a select few get away with a leprechaun’s riches. Solitary faeries of Ireland, witty, fascinated with gold, they can pass by as a swirl of dust, knocking off your hat. They are generally 2 to 3 ft. tall, with wizened faces, bright eyes, and red noses. They dress mainly in greens and browns, and are known for their excellent shoe-making skills.

Lorilei: A solitary faery, who is beautiful and bewitching, she is known for lounging on rocky heights while singing a song of enchantment.

Lunantishee: They guard the blackthorn bushes particularly on Samhain and Beltane. If you cut a stick from the bush on either one of those days, you will suffer misfortune.

Mermaids/Merrows: They live in the airy palaces be- neath the waves. They wear red-feathered caps to swim from their underwater world to ours. If a mortal steals the cap, the merrow can’t get back home. The females are beautiful, the males are ugly with green faces and red pig noses. Both have fish tails and webbed fingers. Taking mortal lovers, their offspring are covered with scales.

Muryans: Cornish faeries, the word “muryan” means “ant.” These are faeries the size of ants, who are shapeshifters. Every time they shift shape, they get smaller, eventually getting so small, they disappear from sight.

Nixie: They are Water sprites that inhabit lakes and seldom venture onto land. Their houses are made from seaweed and are guarded by giant fish. They are known for charm spells that convince humans to do their bidding.

Nymphs: Nature spirits who evolved into faeries, they live in clear lakes, streams, and crystalline caverns. Intelligent and beautiful, they do not like intrusion, but will be friendly if approached by a good-hearted mortal. Nymphs have the power of prophecy and take mortal lovers. They are also said to be extremely hard to avoid once they have taken an interest in you, and can occasionally be dangerous if they become obsessed with you. Often traveling in pairs, nymphs are mobile, but they can also permanently align themselves with trees, rock outcroppings, mountains, rivers, and springs. They appear as young, extremely gorgeous women, who are frequently dancers, artists, and musicians. They are amorous and have insatiable sexual appetites. According to folklore, a nymph’s lifetime was the same as that of the phoenix, who outlived nine ravens, who out- lived three stags, who outlived four crows, who outlived nine generations of aged mortals.

Oakman: A wood faery who lives in oak trees, the oakman is a guardian of the animals. The familiar saying “faery folks are in old oaks” speaks of their kind. The oak is considered the tree of the dead and the abode of departed spirits. Oakmen resemble drawfs with red noses, wear red toadstool caps, and have an affinity with bluebells.

Pechs (Pehts): The name used for the faeries of the Scottish Lowland, Pechs are said to be like the feens of the Highlands and the trows of Shetland.

Phouka (Pooka): Originally deadly sea horses with glossy coats and metallic-like hooves, phoukas are now often viewed as wild, mischievous creatures who are related to the leprechaun. Phoukas can employ the shape of an animal in order to play wild pranks and kill mortals. In contrast, in some stories that are told about them, phoukas that are treated kindly are known as friendly beings that help farmers.

Piskies (Pixies, Pigsies): Found frequently in Cornwall, Devon, and Somerset, England, they stand 1 ft. high (or smaller), are slim, and wear green clothes and pointed red hats. They have blond hair and green eyes, pointed ears and chins, and turned- up noses. They can also levitate and move tiny objects from one place to another. Usually friendly, they can also be mischievous, and are known to steal horses and ride them around in circles, creating Faery Rings as they do.

Portunes: These are teeny tiny faeries that are about a finger’s length or less in size.

Redcaps: They live in castles and towers where evil deeds have been done so they can feed off the energy and create more of their own. They look like brownies, but wear caps made red by the blood of passing strangers at whom they have thrown stones.

Salamander: They are the powerful Spirit faeries of Fire because the salamander embodies the in- tuitive Element of Fire. Without the salamander, Fire would not exist. They come in all sizes and differ in appearance, but they are most often seen as being similar to a 1-ft. long lizard. They can grow larger or smaller at will. Sometimes they are seen as a ball of gold, orange, or red light. They are very devoted and quick to defend a friend. Working with the salamander helps you develop and strengthen your intuitive side.

Seelie: A good-hearted and benevolent group of faeries who glow as they ride the winds in search of humans needing help. The court of the kindly faery host is called the “Seelie Court.” “Seelie” means “blessed” in Gaelic. These benevolent faeries give gifts of bread and seed corn to the poor and pro- vide all kinds of help to their favorite mortals.

Sheoques: Appearing human-like, they live in ancient thorn bushes and faery forts that are surrounded by ditches. Also known for their bagpipe playing, they enchant and steal children, most times returning them unharmed and happy.

Shock: They appear as a horse, donkey, large dog, or calf. They are frightening and something to get away from if, by chance, you encounter one.

Sidhe: The word means “people of the faery mounds.” A distinction is often made between the “sidhe” who are seen walking on the ground after sunset, and the “Sluagh Sidhe,” the faery host who travel through the air at night and are known to abduct mortals. There are also guardian “sidhe” associated with the lakes of Ireland and Scotland. These distinct categories of “sidhe” beings tie in with the testimonies of seers who divide the “sidhe” into Wood spirits, Water spirits, and Air spirits, i.e., the Elemental spirits.

Sidhe Draoi: Gaelic for “faery druids,” folklore says that they took their name from the faery nymphs who taught them the magick of the trees. They are related to dryads.

Silkee: Usually found in seas and oceans, silkee first appear as seals, but become beautiful women when they shed their skin. They use their seal- skin to move from their world to this world. If their skin is taken from them, they can no longer move back and forth.

Sithich: Active Highland sprites known for being mischievous and having weapons that do their bid- ding, they are dexterous, child abductors, and intrude on women during childbirth. Their weapons are made of stone, shaped like a barbed arrowhead, and thrown with great force like a dart.

Sirens: They are Greek sea nymphs. The sirens’ enchantingly beautiful song entices sailors, leading them to their death.

Skillywidden: Small, young faeries who cannot shift their shape or alter their size.

Sleigh Beggey: The Manx name for the faeries.

Slievegallion: Known as the “hosts,” they are the spirits of mortals who have passed on into the otherworld. They fly about in great clouds, up and down the landscape. On clear, frosty nights they can be seen, and heard, fighting their battles in the air. They sometimes put mortals

Slyphs: under their spells to help fight their battles. Living for a thousand years without seeming to age, they are beautiful, changeable crea- tures that parallel nymphs, only they exist in the Element of Air. Living on the tops of high places such as mountains and cliffs, slyphs vary in size, are winged, transparent, elusive, and surrounded by a glowing radiance. For a very brief time, they can take on human form. They move by floating about with the wind, and as such, are known as the Spirit faeries of the Air. They inspire mortals, especially those individuals involved in the creative arts.

Spriggans: They guard the treasures of other faeries. Spriggans are ugly and dour, standing stone sprites that are said to have come over from Brittany where they are known as “korreds.” Folklore suggests that they brought the origi- nal standing stones to Cornwall. They can be seen around old ruins, standing stones, bar- rows, giants’ quoits and castles, and places where treasure is buried. They bring blight to crops, whirlwinds over crop fields, and storms. Spriggans are the ghosts of old giants, who appear small but can become gigantic at will.

Sprites: Very shy, delicate, and reclusive, sprites are winged spirits that dwell in meadows and wood- land glens. There are many types of sprites, depending upon their Element. Fire sprites are very rare. As William Shakespeare describes them in The Tempest, “Sprites are spirits: they do not have bodies as fairies do.” They adore gifts of nuts, acorns, and sweet treats, and love to be flattered by mortals.

Trolls: Originally supernatural beings in Scandinavian folklore, later they became huge ogres with great strength and little wit. Trolls are known for guarding castles and treasure, hunting in packs in the deep forest, and being deadly to mortals. They can outrun any mortal. Fire and sunlight will harm them. Never try to befriend one.

Trows: They are the Shetland Island version of trolls. They live in caves near the ocean or in sandy hillsides. Thought to be somewhere between dwarfs and giants, trows are dimwitted, un- friendly, and ugly. Sunlight turns them to stone or makes them explode. The Scottish Highland name for trows is Feens or Fians.

Undines: As Elemental Water spirits usually found within forest pools, waterfalls, marshlands, rivers, lakes, and riding the ocean waves, the beautiful voices of the undines can sometimes drift above the sound of the water. They inhabit underwater caves, river banks, and lake shores. They are able to influence the flow of water in streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans, as well as the plants that grow in and under the water. Undines can appear human-like and are generally shy, but friendly. Peaceful, graceful, and attractive, their skin shimmers blue-green, green, or aqua like the water. The undines are ruled by love and adore gifts of sweet-smelling perfumes.

Unseelies: They are dark, malevolent faeries, who have excessive pride, are unkind, and have malicious ways. In contrast to the seelie court, the unseelie court is one of the malevolent faeries, who are hostile and harmful. Stay away from them and do not engage them in any way.

Water Sprites: They are closer to the traditional concept of a mermaid, and are the marine counterparts of leprechauns.

Wight: A supernatural being or creature that is very hardy. Every tree has a wight who is its guardian. An old Scottish verse says, “If you call me blessed wight, I’ll be your friend both day and night.”