Native American Names Male Novels & Stories

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.

No one heard but him. I smile to Cole Cook, gathering all my diplomacy to reply to him "okay, not to be annoying but it is Grand Portage Band of the Minnesota Chippewa Tribe. I know, huge name, we call it Gi-Chi-Oni-Ga-Ming." I pause and face Ogi to make sure I got that right. He nods and smiles. "Wow, that's exotic." Molly adds.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

However, she was a gorgeous woman, dressed in clothes worn by natives of Strider Village. Strider was the only one here with Navian blood flowing through him. And afraid that his son and daughter-in-law would not want to adopt Strider, Strider's grandfather had given him the last name Hicks. Anita, on the other hand, was a bona fide native of the village who was originally named Awinita Tsiyi. Her parents later changed her name in hopes she would marry a Navian. The villagers here admired Navians as the monarchs of Novemton were Navian and more than half of Novemton's population were Navians. They thought Navians to be of a higher class and wanted their children to marry a Navian.

The leopard vest he wore suggested that he certainly was wealthy and not a cannibal or a bandit. “Mba (No)” Mbakwe said, trying with all he had to keep his voice neural. The man was stupid to ask him such question. What if those animals had trampled on him? “I sincerely apologize. I didn’t know anyone would be traveling this road.” “It’s okay.” Mbakwe mumbled and dusted his body. “My name is Nnamdi, son of Amadi, of the house of Nnadi, from the land of Dota.” The man introduced.

Mark sat on the side of the bed and introduced himself, “Hi mate. My name is Alpha Mark Robins of the Moon Touched pack.” Tilting her head to the side, Talon giggled, “Look Amara, my mate talks. Does yours?” Amara laughed at her sister’s words before answering, “I don’t know. He just sits there staring at me with those purple eyes like I have two heads.” “Maybe you should introduce yourself and shake his hand,” Talon suggested. Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.”

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

"Hi, Rick Wolcott, here to see John Slater." It was going to take some effort to respond to the name I chose to go by here. My Native American name meant little or youngest wolf. I felt it would be awkward if these people called me a miniature wolf. They weren't family and didn't know me. My birth certificate read Ulric Wolcott. The name Ulric meant "power of the wolf" in German, while Wolcott meant "wolf's cottage." Considering Dad's heritage, both my first and last names made sense. The most straightforward Americanization of my name was Rick. The lady looked up at me, took in my friendly smile, and found herself smiling in response before motioning to the swinging door at the side of the

It felt as though the executioner were waiting to release the blade, sweat trickled down Logan’s neck as he felt the eyes of the men assess the three of them. "Nathaniel Wood, I go by Nate." Nate held his hand out to Richard, unwilling to wait any longer. "I'm from tribe Kreil." "Seth Ignatius, also from tribe Kreil," Seth held his hand out to Richard. "Logan Bouford, tribe Kreil," Logan held his hand out to Marcus. It was a judgment call, but seeing as how the brunette looked different from the blonde’s, he assumed her father was the second man standing before him.

It had to be. "Alright, gentlemen, oh, are you nervous! Don't worry. We've all had training for New Americans. I have all your forms here. Let's start with your names. What first names do you both want to use? That's your given name or what you want everyone to call you every day." "I am Tom and this will be John." "Tom and John! I got it. You two are registering as single or married?"