Native American Fiction Novels & Stories

Diana was the one who answered the question and brightly grinned at Eric, making the guy stare at her. Nohkoma was the owner of Menominee’s Hut, a popular local fast food in town. She was a third degree native Indian of the Menominee tribe, one of the original Indian settlers in Wisconsin. Her name was after a Menominee mythological figure, Nokomis, a wise old grandmother of Manabush, as her late parents were so fond of Menominee legends.

I was thinking it was something sexual, but you seem to be serious, what the hell? it is not common. What it was? “I should get more questions like that from the student. Some people in Canada and in the United States will certainly be interested in knowing how the situation of indigenous peoples from Australia compares with theirs. "I think so." She tapped her champagne flute carefully, using the tip your finger, not your nail. "Did that just occur to you?" He shrugged. “Like I said on the plane, I write fiction. I think about the stories, the characters, not the...

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

If the little human were to give birth to a hybrid back among her own community, she would be ostracised, treated no better than a white woman taken and used by members of a Native American tribe. We had our own double standards to address without fixing the small town mentality surrounding pack lands. “I know she didn’t want to return but Kane’s burned her boats good and proper now.” “It won’t matter, in the end,” Anastasia remarked. I didn’t want to go there. My thoughts were gloomy enough. “I bet Grebe was sweating.” “Grebe? No, he was by her side the whole time. They’re not exactly a couple but …” She frowned. “The vision’s receding and my opinion with it.”

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

He nodded and I felt his reluctance tugging at the link between us, "What do you know about the Utes people?" Cocking a brow, I shrugged, "Native American tribe that can be found in a few locations. They are believed to be walking the Earth since the beginning of time. Why?" "There is a legend that they have, its called the legend of the fire wolf. Let me explain from the beginning," he passed a look to my dad, bringing him into the mind link so he wouldn't be left out of the conversation, "whenever something troubled you, I always knew. I didn't understand it then but when you shifted for the first time things became clearer. You confided in me about your dreams and the mystery voice. When

I flip through chapters on sea serpents and ghost ships before I reach what I'm searching for. "Shapeshifters of the Coastal Forests." My heart is pounding as I read the opening paragraph of the piece. Native American groups in the region, the article continues, have had legends for centuries about humans who could take on wolf form, powerful beings that served as sentinels between the human and spiritual realms. It's the second section that makes my breath catch.

Sylvain murmured. "Do you know how werewolves came into being?" I found myself asking because I didn't find it fair that I shared my heritage with him and received nothing in return. If he was getting to know what made me the person I was, then I deserved that too. Right? If only it didn't make me feel like a selfish bitch. "The Native American tribes believe that they were blessed with the ability to shift from man to wolf and back to protect their lands and people. They have a lot of legends and I'm beginning to think they may be onto something considering my sister has their legendary fire wolf residing within her."

Saltzman and told him she needed the day off. These mountains and valleys have been traversed by ancient tribal elders such as Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, and Red Cloud back in the good old days. They had climbed to the peaks of the mountains in search of visions, they had hunted buffalo on the plains, and they had vanquished Custer in a battle that is still talked about by red men and white men alike. In a last-ditch effort to resist the white settlers and preserve the indigenous people's way of life in the Hills, Sitting Bull had rallied the various tribes to join forces against the invaders. She frequently pondered what her life might be like now if the Native Americans had been victorious