Native American Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Channon’s POV The air is so much fresher up here, in the mountains. Keeva snuggles into me as we watch the newest pack of the North put on a show of ancient tribal dances. Their face are painted white and red, their eyes glow yellow form the wolves that lay just below the surface. I made a commitment to them all, all those years ago. I would like to think I have fulfilled my promise to help them build a pack, far away from the hustle and bustle of civilisation where they can be safe and heal from the wounds of their past. A fire rages in the middle of the dances, who leap and spin around it in a big, moving circle. I laugh and clap along with the music, content to just sit and watch the disp

“She was terrible to Amos, and I’m not just saying that. She was greedy and only cared about herself. It tore Amos up that she’d manipulate and use Kelsey against him. He never wanted to leave her. Her mother used his connection with the reservation against him. Saying if Kelsey were to live there with him and her Dadi, that it wouldn’t be a safe environment because it’s so poverty stricken and filled with gangs, drinking, and drug addictions.” “I thought reservations were sacred places?” “They are, but unfortunately, they aren’t the greatest places. There is rich Native American culture, but they have their own set of rules, and women aren’t treated well there.” He held his hand to his ches

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

She giggled as she pulled out a large pot and began filling it with water. "No, it's not. Honestly I can't even believe we celebrate this stupid holiday after everything they did to us." I told her honestly as I thought about the history of my people. It was no secret in the supernatural world that the werewolf gene was passed through the DNA of the Native Americans. Each of the supernatural species had come from a particular region in the world, except for the witches. Every culture and every continent had its own set of witches. Her giggle pulled me from my thoughts as I watched her begin making the crust for her pumpkin pie. She really was a beauty to watch in the kitchen as she moved aro

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.”

We absorbed many Native American shifters who’s packs and tribes were wiped out, despite fierce fighting and support from us. There was a shaman here within the Sioux Nation. He was a great seer of our world, living several hundred years. Time was not marked as well in those days, but he was ancient. Beyond ancient, really. He foretold of a day, many years into the future, after his death, where the strongest Alpha shifter, with the most noble of hearts, will be mated to a worthy, innocent and humble human female who bears the mark of the royal line. They will bring about the new royals and together, their offspring will reign in an era of peace, prosperity and light for all shifters.

I groan and reach down, getting it from its less-than-ideal place in my bed. "Doing some light reading, were you?" He teases, and I roll my eyes as he takes it from my hands. "Native North American Art?" "Yes, my class on Tuesday is about Native pottery and baskets from the Navajo and Apache," I explain, and he snorts, as if to say 'that's stupid! "You'd probably find it interesting," I counter, and he shrugs. "I probably would; I just couldn't read that much every week. My brain would die," he insists, passing it back. "I'll take a spoken summary of your chapter though over a cup of coffee."

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

"And now, you're uncovering secrets hidden for centuries." As they explored further, Adeline noticed the murals depicted various aspects of nature—the sun, moon, rivers, and forests. Each image was intertwined with the figure of a majestic goddess. "It's clear," Adeline observed, "the Awanatchi people revered the goddess of nature. Their spirituality was deeply rooted in the earth's harmony." Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. "Their wisdom is timeless. We could learn from their reverence for the land." Ahmed, their guide, smiled. "Our ancestors understood the balance. They knew the earth's well-being was tied to their own."