Antewasna Story Novels & Stories

Laughing at his naivety, Matheus clapped Alex on the shoulder as they walked around the campsite, and it was now that he began to tell him thoroughly of one of the stories of their people. “There’s a very old legend, Alex,” Matheus began, walking as he spoke. “A legend of our ancestors that goes back further than the integration of our two peoples.” “My grandmother used to tell me this story when I was a child,” Rowan added. “I remember sitting in her arms before the fire, wrapped in a warm blanket, during the harshest winter’s night I ever endured.” “Wait a minute,” Alex cut in. “I think I remember now. You were telling me the other night about a winter storm or something?”

“For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.” “Anything else,” asked Ava. Sounding more willing than she did before. “Yes,” stated Willow simply. “I want you to read up some Native American legends. If you have questions, I don’t want you to be afraid to ask.” Then the ghostly image of an elder Native woman was gone. Leaving Ava Miller alone in her room, once more. “I really hope that I’m not losing it,” whispered the twenty-year-old woman.

“I got that from Afton. I called him several times to check on Anita. He would talk to me but not to Anita. I think he always hoped she would go looking for answers. She called me, we planned to get a message to you, and she was going to leave him. He had already started doing his nurse, Anita was like a prisoner,” Roger tells them. “Janice, what do you know about Santee Wolves?” Hank asks. “When the settlers came, the shifters were supposed to protect the tribe. In 1716, the tribe was attacked by their kind. The Cusabo Tribe had traded with the settlers for their own territory. The shifters lost and many of the humans were captured and used as slaves. Disgraced by the loss, the shifters bui

So this new player, any idea what we’re about to be dealing with? Not much. It’s too distant yet. My closest guess is the Pawnee Spirit Wolf. Doesn’t sound like a bad thing for us as a pack. The Pawnee are the Wolf People. It’s significant to them that Anna has become part of a were pack. I’m hoping they only seek the blessing of their deity. What else could they be doing? Invoking him. We’ve reached the edge of the fallow field behind the homestead. Though the medicine man had already approved of the place for this ceremony, he walks the length and breadth of the field again as we wait, carefully choosing the exact placement for each participant, then directing us to them.

while he was eating, he sighted an antelope, Adesuna will never make the mistake of going to the farm without his bow and arrow, he approached the animal and killed it, when he was done tilling the ground, he quickly took the meat to his parents home where the meet was prepared; been roasted on a three stone fire, that night, they ate a part of the antelope, then he retired home, one day his father called him and talked to him on the need to settle with a woman, that was not too a challenge to him, he assured his father that when the time comes the women will appear. The harvest had began, every family brought a portion to the King as an age long practicing custom, Adesuna brought some of hi

They worship their ancestral deity here, surrounded by stunning natural beauty. Adeline's curiosity got the better of her. "What's the name of the tribe, Ahmed?" she asked, pen poised over her notebook. Ahmed's expression turned thoughtful. "They're the Awanatchi people. An ancient tribe, steeped in tradition and spirituality." Adeline scribbled notes, her eyes sparkling. "Awanatchi... I've never heard of them. What's their story?" Sebastian leaned in, interested. Ahmed nodded, settling into the tale. "The Awanatchi were once a powerful nation, spanning these lands. They believed the land held sacred energy, and their ancestors communed with the spirits."

And that truth lived in the Yanuwah people. On a cool, sun-dappled morning, two figures stood at the edge of a shallow ravine where black-rooted trees curled downward, clutching the earth like skeletal fingers. Smoke drifted from a ceremonial fire as old woman Ahtasnah, the last fully anointed keeper of the Seed’s rites, dipped her hand into a bowl of ash and red clay. Before her knelt her granddaughter, Nehari Yanuwah, eyes closed, lips murmuring the ancestral chants she’d memorized since childhood. “You are the branch,” Ahtasnah whispered, her voice a brittle echo. “The one who walks between breath and root. You must never forget—WildWood is not just forest. It is memory. It is womb. It is

She stepped aside and let me in. We sat down on the couch, and she looked at me in silence waiting for me to start. "I'm going to tell you the way my father told me." "Okay that's vague..." she scrunched her face up in confusion. "Just listen, long ago before the white man conquered this land there was a tribe that found a babe in the woods one winter night. The babe was not scared or out of place. No, it was nestled in the center of a wolf pack. An expectant mother from the village heard a coo in the night and went searching for the source. When she laid eyes on the wolves she felt no fear, for they protected the babe and kept it warm from the winter. The wolves knew this human pup could no