Native American Names Male Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My eyes widened. What the hell was going on? My father smiled. "Yes, exactly. Talako was the name his parents gave him at birth. It was a native american name, one from the Choctaws. His parents were killed, but made sure to keep him safe. They sent him off with a friend of his mother's. To protect him, she renamed him Joseph and raised him as her own, though she always called him by that name in private. It was a way to keep her friend's memory alive and keep him connected to his parents. "Talako" means "eagle". And you know how the test of the story goes."

Then they got back into their green Blazer and continued along Glassman Avenue as the sun peeked through a clouded late-September sky at them. 2 Behind the locked doors of Nain Trinity Lutheran, a large Indian man with deep-set eyes stood guard in the blackness. He was a descendant of the Sauk tribe of Native North Americans, and he stood with his arms folded across a barrel chest, his back to the doors, his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail that flowed down the back of his immaculate suit. His sculpted face held no discernable emotion.

Maverick questioned to which Naitee nodded her head vigorously before saying " Yes. I've many but I like Hitesh, Daksh, Kalpit and Ojas " " Hmm, these are good names but none of them is from my culture. Nevermind. I have chosen a few names, Dylan (one who wins over people's minds), Felix (a fortunate person), Eric (a ruler of peace), Ethan(strong and powerful), Irvin (colour of peace, a beautiful white colour) " Maverick said and Naitee state after him " All these names are good too but I want our firstborn to have a name from my culture "

The joy on their faces was unfiltered, unguarded. Elder Runa stepped forward, staff in hand. “Today, we name the children of our leaders our future. May their names be carried on the wind, and remembered long after we are dust.” Jason stepped up first. His voice carried with both strength and emotion. “We name our son Malcolm Hemi Stone. ‘Malcolm,’ for my father a man of great wisdom and unshakable honor. And ‘Hemi,’ for Aurora’s father, whose quiet strength and kindness brought peace to two different worlds. His surname, Stone, reflecting the strength of our lineage, the foundation upon which we build.”

He glanced toward Buzz, the team leader up front, and seeing that he was not paying attention, lowered his voice. "My Patoajo name is Mohave, but my Holtrien name is Lucas Mainse." Andrew could not help but chuckle. "So one of your parents is Patoajo and the other is Holtrien? And who gave you your Holtrien name?" The young man Mohave blushed with embarrassment. "My mother is from our tribe, and my father is Holtrien—he's highly educated and went to elementary school. As soon as I was born, he said the name Lucas Mainse sounded cool and handsome. He said it fit me."

Danny asked, his voice trembling on the edge of disbelief. Joseph Red Bear’s gaze softened. “Because, nisókaawa, it is our heritage, our bloodline. Napi has not walked openly among us for many generations, but he has lived in our lines for thousands of years. Many in our tribe have forgotten that Napi was real—but he is real in you.” Danny’s stomach twisted. “But Uncle… all I can think of are the tricks. The lies. The shame.”

Ibekwe asked. James laughed. "It is about Echi. Your great-grandfather had some high level of wisdom instilled in him. He was able to give his children names according to the number of children they gave birth to as if he could see their future. He named his first son, Ofu, which means one and he gave birth to only your father, Nwaka. Then he named his second son, Abuo, which means two and he gave birth to two sons: Osisiakalaka and Okonta. Finally, he named his third son, Ato, which means three and he gave birth to three sons: Ezeugo, Okoli and Okwudili." "How come you know a lot about my family?" Ibekwe asked.

"Nothing love. Nothing. Tell me about the names you've been thinking of." "Hardin!" "But that's my middle name." "Yeah. How about we give him the same middle name as you?" "I was thinking of giving him all my names and just adding Junior at the back. That's how first Borns are named here." "You mean your father's name was Kai Hardin Ansaldo?" "And my father's father and my father's father's father and the list goes on." "Wow! I… I'm speechless." "It's not a must though. If you think of a great name, we can name him that instead. We must not follow what the ancestors have been doing."