Native American Names Male Novels & Stories

Then she asked if she could have a cheeseburger because she hadn’t eaten all day and the rumor on the streets is that I feed everyone who I rescue. Her name is Takoda HorseChaser. She just turned nineteen and was very proud to that she knows her first name means ‘friend to everyone’, but confused about her surname because she’s never seen a horse in real life. She knows she’s a Native American from the Sioux nation. She couldn’t remember which pack or which state she was from, but pretty sure she remembers being in Nebraska when she was little. She doesn’t remember her parent’s names, but she remembers her mother’s wolf being dark brown. Her naturally tan skin tone and long dark hair make he

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.

Here they would learn how to use bows and arrows, ethics and morals that for thousands of years have been passed from one generation to another. At the end of one and a half months they would graduate in a colorful ceremony that would mark a crucial milestone in every boy’s life. At this stage a boy would be officially bestowed the status of Muren - a fully established warrior. He would be accorded all the respect due to a man of that status. He would be given a new name by the father; a name derived from the father's name. If the father’s first name be Kiplang’at, the first three letters of that name would be dropped and the young man would acquire the name Lang’at. And people would refer t

“ Kartik do you remember that person's name whom they were calling the head man? ” asked Krish while Kartik rubbed his forehead and then said excitedly “ Yeah, I just recalled, his name was Mudrika, I also have heard a few names like Bhola, Mutru, Bhalla... Yeah, I have heard these names there.. ” “ Naksh, do you hear it? You have to search tribe Kuki's men with these names and try to find something more about this nomad group, ” said Krish while Naksh nodded before he left the cabin.

Darren snorted under his breath. "When will you let that shit go?" He said making Mr Reagan laugh. "It's fun," he said with a shrug, shaking Michael's hand. "It's actually Damien Metacomet Reagan," he corrected "What does your middle name mean?" Michael asked him. "Metacomet?" Michael nodded. "It means King," Damien said proudly. "Interesting," Jackson nodded. "I know what yours mean," he said turning to me. I rolled my eyes. "Of course you would know," I said. Damien and I had Native American names and mine was Adageyudi, which means Love. My father named me Adageyudi, Adage for short

She smiled at him before he grabbed all she’d listed and an extra Snapple for himself. As he set the drinks on the table he asked, “What’s ‘Yanaha’ mean, Zhoni?” She smiled. “That’s the Navajo name I have given to Jaxsen. It means ‘Brave’.” Basil smiled lightly and looked down. “He is really brave, isn’t he?” Basil looked at his hands as he said this, and he felt the blush creeping up into his cheeks.

“Respect your father.” “Why did you name me Angus?” he howled. “Every hot chick that asks about my real name is immediately turned off.” “Because, it's a traditional family name,” mom said proudly. “Every first son on my side of the family has had that name.” “Callie's name is Irish, too, but it's normal,” Mo said darkly. “Why couldn't I have been Patrick? Or Conner?” “Hey, I'm named after a river, okay? How lame is that? At least you're cattle, or whatever.”

This whole daddy thing is scary as shit! So here I was, running my thumb over the touch screen of my iPhone, looking at the hundreds of baby names, considering them for a future Alpha, this is what I chose after a long thought; Asher Braxton Callum Ethan Maddox Malachy Orlando Reuben Spencer Theodore All strong, masculine names in my opinion… I just hope Bethany and I could set on one name for our boy; this is the name he’ll live with for the rest of his life. He deserves to not be embarrassed every time his name is said out loud.

I am glad Dad still calls me by the same name and I believe I would do well because he says so. It is with shaky legs that I mount the podium in front of my mates. I am not the type that talks a lot among peers. I can feel Mr. Winchester staring at me from his usual position behind his table. "Hello peeps." I am nervous and I know it's obvious. So as most of you all know, I am Navajo from Utah. I was brought up on Folklore. So I guess studying American history helps me know more about my people and maybe one day, I can let the world know more about us." My confidence continues to rise as I speak. "We are the original owners of this land, yet we have the lowest standard of living. It ain't ri

“What are you saying, Maina? You can’t do this to us. Your father will die. And what will I do at this age without Nixanta?” “Papa knows it. He is okay with it. As for you Mummy, aren’t you anyways dead, with your jati, maati, bheti, your khilonjianess getting endangered every passing second? Aren’t you anyways at the brink of extinction? And by the way, my son’s name is not Neexaantaw, okay? It’s Nishant. So say it right.” “Jaanvi…now this is getting too far, han?” I pitch in. There’s no point raising a controversy at the dinner table.