Native American Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

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

Amber nearly slapped the bitch the day she overheard her talk about how America needed to get back to its roots and send everyone but the whites back to where they came from. Amber gave Courtney’s ignorant and uneducated ass a history lesson about the Native American tribes being the only ones original to this country. Everyone else was immigrants from somewhere else. And if the bitch didn’t like it, why the fuck didn’t she return to where she came from? Courtney wasn’t stupid enough to say racist things about Leo directly as she knew Amber would beat her ass. Needless to say, their feelings of hatred were mutual.

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

It convinced us that Alpha Madison and her allies are being completely truthful. Laf contacted her and told her where the others were and just like the first group, they were swiftly brought to the pack for protection. Granted, it’s not in Alpha Madison’s pack. Her’s is in Wisconsin and too far away from our homestead in southern Oklahoma, but they are with one of her allies, the Choctaw Pack. Yes, they are also a recognized native American tribe and many of our kin have been given jobs in their casinos as security personnel; they’re getting paid a real, livable wage. Plus, they’re close enough to our homestead to have daily visits to make sure our homes are still secure and being taken care

Seeing that the A****ns were going to get back their 'tribe' member and missing several of their own people recently, the Kaibab offered to help. Neither side talks about the vengeance the Amazons subjected the Navaho to. It took the Navaho eight years to return to the Kaibab lands. This time, the tribal leaders asked the Amazons for help and help they got. The Navaho didn't get their raiding party back. When they went looking, they found the corpses hung from trees by their own intestines and their testicles and phalluses stuffed into their mouths. Some really sick bitches.

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.”

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."

Samantha There were days I wanted to just run away, and go and live with humans, but I knew how difficult it would be. We lived differently from the humans, it would have been difficult to fit in if I left now. I did not have the skills or the education to survive in the human part of the world. My parents never saw the need to integrate with humans, and that had now affected me. I knew I would have to leave the Yellow moon pack one day, but I needed to get my wolf before I go. With my wolf, I believed I would be able to survive the world outside the yellow moon pack. I wasn't being paid for my work as the other pack members, because of that, I knew it would take more effort for me to surviv