Native American Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

Nina found me in the library. It was a beautiful room — floor-to-ceiling shelves, leather chairs, a fireplace that someone kept perpetually burning. I'd discovered it on day three and had been coming back ever since, working my way through the pack's history books. "Research?" Nina asked, settling into the chair across from me. "Trying to understand what I've gotten myself into." I held up the book I was reading — A History of the North American Packs, Volume III. "Did you know there are over two hundred packs in North America alone?"

Archer said and I nodded with red cheeks. “You must live in a very nice place,” I said with embarrassment. “The tribes on the Reservation have fascinating myths and legends.” Archer's eyes twinkled differently. “Do you know as much about my culture as they know everything?” Archer asked curiously. “I'm not that basic,” I said, offended, and that made Archer laugh. “I know what my father knows.” “Your father knows a lot about the reservation?” asked Archer with a frown. “My father is a historian,” I said and smiled. “He taught on the reservation before he adopted me. If there's anyone objective about it, it's him, but it's not equal to what a native might know.”

“Did the fairies live alongside of the Native Americans?” “We sure did,” he said with a yawn. “Sometimes I miss those days. We may have lacked the technology of today, but, in many ways, life was easier. Plus, we didn’t have the threat of the werewolves. They’re a vicious, savage breed.” “Wait. The Indians inhabited this area in the seventeen-hundreds. You said you were only one-hundred and fifty years or thereabouts. How can you claim to miss life as it was back then?” I asked.

As Manifest Destiny prompted Americans to believe that expansion through the continent was their right, it was hazardous to the Native American population, as it brought about the appropriation of their lands and their way of life. The expedition also encountered around 50 native tribes where each had different responses to the Americans. A handful of Native American tribes, such as the Teton Sioux Indians saw the Corps of Discovery as “competitors for the control of trade” (“Hospitality and Hostility”). The Tetons Sioux were known for having a more violent approach when it came to foreigners, as they would demand large toll payments from passing traders. Because of this, tensions arose betw

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.

Could there be more to the story that was lost or deliberately hidden? Tears threatened to form in my eyes as I continued reading the book, but I forced them back. The text described in painful detail how the white wolves were treated as outcasts, labeled as threats simply because of their extraordinary powers. The book even justified their extermination, painting it as a necessary act for the greater good. It was a chilling narrative, filled with propaganda meant to erase the true history of my ancestors.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

“Damn. What evil bastards would do such a thing, and why?” “They aren’t even sure it was the Jones gang that did it, since no one survived to tell that tale. For all we know, it could’ve been the Indians. Back then, the Crow and Blackfoot were feuding pretty heavy.” “I had a bit of trouble with the Blackfoot, myself,” Ian admitted. “It took a few years to convince them that I wanted to live as a peaceful neighbor.” “Didn’t you buy yur land as a ranch already?”

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.

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.