Native American Names And Meanings Novels & Stories

“As it turned out, the old lady was Andreas’ great-grandmother, Brana and she was our tribe’s previous shamaness, our tribe’s only shamaness. And she's been dead for more than half a century.” “Uhh..” Johan turned and kissed my forehead gently. “Sitara is a beautiful name.” He said out of nowhere. “It means Starlight. According to my father, on the morning I was born, there was a shooting star across the horizon.” “It suits you. A beautiful name for an aife.” “Aife?”

"Of course that's not my real name. My name is Ci'amonae." "I've never heard a name like that." The girl said. "I'm not even sure I can pronounce it." Nanny's eyes gazed far off. "It means 'Daughter of the Ancient Ones'. It's a name from the old tongue." "Ancient ones? Like the Fates?" To the girl, Nanny was suddenly the most interesting person in existence. Aurora rocked the baby in her her arms and sat at Nanny's feet ready for a story. It was an old habit, and Nanny allowed it one last time.

I nodded along – this was the same as what Samyak had already told me, and hearing it again helped me to solidify the information. “Each tribe is named for an animal found on our lands that represents these traits, and the tribes all have an element – like water, air, and so on – that lines up with these traits as well. So the Salmon tribe’s element is water,” she continued, hardly pausing to take a breath.

I wished I could feel the pain of those scrapes then maybe that would take my mind off Levi. Why would his mother give him a name that means immortality? I know only that Native Americans sometimes name their children certain things because of signs or visions that they had on the day of a child's birth. Did one of his parents have a vision, or was it a family elder who saw something in Levi when he was born? And what about the vision quest Levi took and the answers he was shown? He told Rose he didn't understand them till he met me. I feared that he knew exactly what type of monster I am, especially with the way he stared at me when he told us the meaning of his name.

he stuttered at first before collecting himself and saying, “Because I’m not fully human either. Not anymore at least.” Georgia didn’t need to test the veracity of his statement, all she needed was the details so she simply asked, “What are you?” “Different cultures throughout history know us by different names. To Europeans we were Garwulfs, in parts of Asia, we were called Kurtadam, and Native Americans knew us as Wa Ya.” Georgia had never heard any of these words before but somehow knew exactly what they meant. She also knew that Hayden was using them now to avoid saying the one iteration of the word she would understand.

The Shaman’s name, I eventually learned, was Mora. It meant ‘bitterness’ or ‘fate’ in an ancient language, and both fit. She wasn’t concerned about my pain; she focused on my potential for destruction. She understood that the pain from rejection was a renewable source of energy. She aimed to teach me how to harness it.

Hunter nods and adds: “She was Cherokee, the name means butterfly, perfect for her, don’t you think? Mom was so pretty. The only one that looked like her was Anika, our baby sister. Nick had dark skin, long very black hair, her physical appearance really took over mom. And here we are all together, when we were little we lived in Alaska.” Sam looks at me lightly surprised and asks: “You said you were from here, from Portland, Adam.” Hunter takes charge and answers for me:

“What are we going to name her?” “I have no idea. She’ll be stuck with it forever.” We had a list, but over the past weeks, waiting for her arrival, we crossed out every single name. Juniper was a front runner for a while, then Thea, then Penelope. Aviva loved the name Zaila, which is a common name for women in the tribal packs, but it just didn’t settle with me. I liked the name Chloe, but again, we’d come to an impasse.

It convinced us that Alpha Madison and her allies are being completely truthful. Laf contacted her and told her where the others were and just like the first group, they were swiftly brought to the pack for protection. Granted, it’s not in Alpha Madison’s pack. Her’s is in Wisconsin and too far away from our homestead in southern Oklahoma, but they are with one of her allies, the Choctaw Pack. Yes, they are also a recognized native American tribe and many of our kin have been given jobs in their casinos as security personnel; they’re getting paid a real, livable wage. Plus, they’re close enough to our homestead to have daily visits to make sure our homes are still secure and being taken care

The Indian women looking at her hatefully, the other men hungrily, complimenting the warrior who'd captured her on his fine catch. Standing there, head high and shoulders back. Proud. Refusing to show them any shame or fear. And then, after displaying her to his tribe, her warrior … his name would be Red Eagle, perhaps … yes, Red Eagle would take her to his home, his teepee of hides painted with crimson and yellow and black. He'd lead her inside, where a bed of bearskins and buffalo pelts would be waiting.