Native American Names Male Novels & Stories

“He sounds like he was a wonderful man.” “He was, and he would have really liked you and Katie. He was impeccably wise beyond his years. He often spoke about the Great Spirit and helped those who wanted to connect with the spirit within themselves. He loved the outsides and nature, and I often found him talking with old trees in the forests around here. That is another reason I moved here.” “That is beautiful, Winona. What does your name mean?” She smiled. “Firstborn, and while Danuwoa was actually my older brother, I was the first daughter my parents had, and I was the first girl in three generations.”

I replied checking through my wristwatch as I joined Navajo on the bench " Why changing your name to Navajo instead of the usual Elizabeth" I asked with a smile on my face " After my coronation, the Luna and moon goddess demanded I answer a full werewolf name of the Omega pack" Navajo replied looking into my face with a smile " What does Navajo mean cause that name sounds like a deep werewolf name" I asked placing my head on her shoulder " It means songs of the Chief I simply guess" Navajo replied placing her hand on my hair

Ethan and Meadow had triplets, a girl they named Onawa after Meadows's birth mother, and two boys, Timothy and Blake. Onawa looked like her mother while the boys looked like their father; they also visited Brightbridge, and Meadow was given the chieftaincy title that belonged to her mother's clan but was not required to live there; she was free to come and go as she pleased and she was grateful for the hospitality. Joseph and Victoria had twins, two boys, Cain and Fredrick. They both looked like their father and were very energetic. Elaine and Keith had three sons, Randolph, Tim, and Wilson.

My father was one hundred percent Native American from the Haida tribe, and so is my dad’s brother Bodaway. I remember my friend's friends laughing at some stupid jokes that Elijah had been saying throughout the year. He was the class punk and the class clown. I remember just laying by myself in the cold sand of the early morning, and I remember my friend Canowicakte, who I called Hunter as a nickname, fell next to me, resting his head on one of his hands. “This summer is going to be epic. I can just feel it.” He said, his voice soft and raspy.

Megan was tired but healing and my son was perfect. “What do you want to name him?” I asked Megan. “Wynter Grey, with a Y,” she said. “Welcome to the world Wynter,” I said and kissed the top of his head. “Get out of my way you idiot!” Lucas’s voice filtered down the hall towards me. “Chief Ryder hasn’t given permission for anyone to enter,” Mike said. Mike was one of our warriors and I knew that the news of Wynter’s birth had spread and that the tribe would ensure his safety.

“But exercised they will be! Also, know this. The transgression visited upon you and the boy by the man who proffers challenge will cause him to be banished from his tribe and people and his name never henceforth to be spoken. No longer having the honor of being a Dahnawa Danatlihi (Cherokee for warrior), he will bear the disgrace of only being remembered—if remembered at all—as a Asgayadihi (Cherokee for mankiller).” Poe moved to retort, but Hunter laid a restraining hand on his elbow and stepped forward. “What is your cause to fear me?” “You will bring pestilence and plague, and we no longer have the means to exit ourselves from influence such as yours.” “You cast and lavish me with names

Upon seeing the Aeternum Rabbit Demi-Human soldier once again speaking to them the trio snaps out. “It was all 3 of us, Sir Sergeant Dolo…I am Miol Chief of the Stony Mountain Elephant Tribe…These is Liel, The Chief of the Stony Mountain Rhino Tribe…and that is Goti the Stony Mountain Grey Dwarf Tribe Chief….all of us inherited the titles as all of our parents and elder already passed away…”.(Miol)

I think most immigrants tend to stick together because we’re all going through much of the same struggles, so we are able to give each other a strong and empathetic support system. Amber is originally from Indonesia - more specifically Java - and her name is actually Desak Ambarwati, but she goes by Amber because people either struggle with her name or mock her for it. I’ve had that happen a few times and I find it utterly stupid. Provided you don't have a learning disability, it’s not hard to learn someone’s name. Sometimes people call me Nala, as in the character from The Lion King, which doesn’t bother me too much because it actually makes for a cool nickname, but seriously, if people ca

I can feel the blood rush to my face. “Just call me Tala. After all, you are a friend of my son’s,” she says, saving me further embarrassment. “Thatsss…a beautiful name.” My face still feels hot, and my stutter is only making my anxiety worse, which in turn makes my stutter worse. Wolves smell fear, right? Only her face is still soft, still smiling. “Thank you. It derives from a Souix word for the stalking wolf.” “Ssso your N-native…American?”

"They do. We just prefer to go by our English names. Since, you know, they're easier to pronounce. " I nodded. That was true, I guess. And I wasn't one to talk. I went by my English name too. Only because you don't have a traditional name. Me and Axel's conversation at the eatery came back to me. All my life, I'd believed that I was an Edo girl. That was where the name, Otasowie originated from. And now that there was a possibility that Eva Otasowie might not be my real name, I realized that I could be from any tribe in Nigeria.