Native American Historical Fiction 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

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.

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

5,” Mj swallowed hard and the smile fell from her face as Dante pointed to more books, “Armonia in 1915, mass extinction in Rowanda 1994, Greece 1914, Qing Dynasty 1755; we lost a few Originals then” Dante whispered, and Mj started to turn a pale shade as he continued down the line. With every title he rattled off Mj could feel the wolf inside her mourn the loss of his family, her head started to swim as he continued to point at over half the first shelf, “Bangladesh, Assyrian, Serbia, the Zaire Massacres, the Queensland Aboriginal slaughter.” Mj began to shake as she stared at the amount of books filled with death, and mustering as much bravery as she could Mj reached out with an unsteady h

“We’re looking for more of the same type of work you’ve already done for us, though you may not have known it at the time.” I waited for a moment for him to continue, which he obliged to do. “Last year, when you were consulted regarding the differences between different Native American tribal traditions regarding skinwalkers, your insight resulted in the capture of one and the saving of many lives of those who would have been its victims.” “The capture of a skinwalker?” I was so incredulous that I caught myself being open-mouthed and shut it, quickly composing myself. This guy seemed serious, completely sincere and straight in his delivery.

Danny asked, his voice trembling on the edge of disbelief. Joseph Red Bear’s gaze softened. “Because, nisókaawa, it is our heritage, our bloodline. Napi has not walked openly among us for many generations, but he has lived in our lines for thousands of years. Many in our tribe have forgotten that Napi was real—but he is real in you.” Danny’s stomach twisted. “But Uncle… all I can think of are the tricks. The lies. The shame.”