Native American Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

“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.

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

My fingertips gently caressed the cover as my eyes never left it. "My family has had this heirloom in the family for generations. Fathers would pass it down to their sons, but all of their children knew about it. It was the son's responsibility to carry it forward, since they would be the ones to carry the name. It was told that we were entrusted with something very important. A secret... a weapon... and one day the person that gave us this responsibility would return. Talako was the name of one of my ancestors on my father side. He was a Choctaw, but ended up leaving due to his parents being killed. His mother gave him to a friend. Some natives were wolves, but not all of them. The wolves p

As he moved lower he removed his fingers and got into her legs; he could hear her breathy pants when he dipped his tongue into her throbbing wet pussy. His dick became harder at the sight of her begging him to fuck her but Alas he had to stop the make out session immediately. She cursed at him for making her feel so much pleasure without acting on it. He then apologized and told her there was something she needs to know before she agrees to have sex with him and he didn't want to take advantage of her. Her face suddenly turned Cold. "What could it be, is it that she wasn't good or what?" Those were the multiple questions in her head. But he told her to sit down that he had a story for her,

I am glad Dad stills calls me 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 am sure Mr. Winchester is staring at me from across the room. "Hello peeps. " I am nervous and I know it's obvious. " So as most of y'all know, I am Navajo from Utah. I was brought up on folklores. 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.

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."

The pack house was rammed when I crept out of the library. I’d intended to get my bandages changed before dinner, but I’d become sucked into my research. I discovered that many Native Americans offered their animal fetishes cornmeal, so I resolved to find some for my little wolf.

Under the quiet Indian motives sounding in the room, I plunged into the history of this tribe. Much was already familiar to me. Our clan does not take direct inheritance from any tribe, outwardly Indian roots are also not observed. But there is still a connection. A lot of rituals, teachings, and in general attitude to the world bind us. I knew about this tribe, oddly enough, from the books of one of its leaders. Luther Standing Bear not only went to white schools, but even wrote books about his people. Two of them are still standing in my aunt's house. As soon as I remembered him, I saw a showcase dedicated to him. As I approached her, Reed came out of the turn ahead.

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.

They hadn’t started forming complete sentences yet, but they were able to get their points across to us. We had all gone to the mall at Red Moon Pack when the boys were three months old. Honi was so proud of the store her brother opened for the reservation. There was a lot of merchandise that was made by the people on the reservation. There were beautiful beadwork items, paintings, pottery, and clothes. It was beautiful inside that store. I smiled, “Honi, your brother did a great job on this.” Honi smiled, “My nephew, Isaac, is running the store. My niece relieves him for days off. My brother is the one who looks for things to put in the store.” I smiled, “I love it.” I spent a lot of money