irish mythology

His eyelid is so heavy it takes four men to lift it. But when they do, and Balor's eye opens, everything it sees is destroyed—burned, withered, killed instantly. He is the king of the Fomorians, wielder of the deadliest weapon in Irish mythology: his own gaze.

She appears as a beautiful woman, a hideous crone, or a crow on the battlefield. The Morrígan is goddess, prophet, and shape-shifter—she determines who lives and who dies in battle, washing the armor of those doomed to fall. She is sovereignty, she is fate, and she is unstoppable.

When you hear her cry in the night—a sound like wind through a graveyard, like a mother mourning her child—you know: death is coming. The Banshee doesn't kill. She simply announces that someone in your family will die. And her wail is never wrong.

Riding through the night with a severed head in hand, the Dullahan is an omen of inevitable doom—once it calls your name, there is no escape.

The Leprechaun, Ireland’s most infamous trickster, is both a hoarder of gold and a master of mischief. Approach with caution, lest you find yourself the subject of one of its cruel jokes.