Native American Novels & Stories

Then she asked if she could have a cheeseburger because she hadn’t eaten all day and the rumor on the streets is that I feed everyone who I rescue. Her name is Takoda HorseChaser. She just turned nineteen and was very proud to that she knows her first name means ‘friend to everyone’, but confused about her surname because she’s never seen a horse in real life. She knows she’s a Native American from the Sioux nation. She couldn’t remember which pack or which state she was from, but pretty sure she remembers being in Nebraska when she was little. She doesn’t remember her parent’s names, but she remembers her mother’s wolf being dark brown. Her naturally tan skin

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 pay

Sylvain murmured. "Do you know how werewolves came into being?" I found myself asking because I didn't find it fair that I shared my heritage with him and received nothing in return. If he was getting to know what made me the person I was, then I deserved that too. Right? If only it didn't make me feel like a selfish bitch. "The Native American tribes believe that they were blessed with the ability to shift from man to wolf and back to protect their lands and people. They have a lot of legends and I'm beginning to think they may be onto something considering my sister has their legendary fire wolf residing within her."

I say, looking away again. The man chuckles. “You are shy, huh?” “No… It’s just not normal to walk around showing the world your junk,” I say, trying to keep my eyes lifted. “You are part of the Shoshone tribe, no?” He lifts a brow in question. “Yeah, but we don’t walk around naked,” I retort, feeling a bit irritated as he looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Your people used to,” He smirks. “Keyword… Used to,” I reply smartly. I’m unsure if it’s wise to catch an attitude with this guy, but I’m probably dead after he interrogates me anyway. So, who cares?

he stuttered at first before collecting himself and saying, “Because I’m not fully human either. Not anymore at least.” Georgia didn’t need to test the veracity of his statement, all she needed was the details so she simply asked, “What are you?” “Different cultures throughout history know us by different names. To Europeans we were Garwulfs, in parts of Asia, we were called Kurtadam, and Native Americans knew us as Wa Ya.” Georgia had never heard any of these words before but somehow knew exactly what they meant. She also knew that Hayden was using them now to avoid saying the one iteration of the word she would understand.

He asked next. I hesitated for a moment before I replied briefly, “North.” Ken’s eyebrows shot up, “The north? You mean the tribal north?” The people around the country believe that the tribes in the North are just some indigenous tribes of humans. The North isn’t welcoming to humans, that’s why only rumors make it to the rest of the country. I nodded my head.

This is a map of the Silver Pack! I start to read the note closer now. So, I trust you have heard this story before? How an alpha’s daughter came upon a group of humans hiding in a cave? Following the Goddess, she saved them and offered them protection? This is actually how our pack came to be. A group of Native Americans were run off of their lands and hunted, the human history calls this the ‘Trail of Tears.’ During this time many died due to starvation, illness, and murder. This group is only one of many that found sanctuary in the mountains surrounding us.

She frowned at him confused. "Nobody Jasmine, Nobody gives a shit about you. If you end up screwed or killed, nobody really cares. If they cry it is because there is something you do for them that they will have to struggle to find another person to do it for them. It is about mutual benefit Jas." She shook her head. "That is a sad way to look at life." "Reality is sad, kiddo. Nobody gat you for real except your family, except me, except the Native. Remember the Native Is me..." She rolled her eyes. "I am the Native." She drawled tired of reciting the damn word every frickin time.

Jennifer asked "The tribe of Ephraim are the so-called Puerto Ricans,the tribe of Simeon in are the so-called Dominicans,the tribe of Zebulon are the Mayans,the tribe of Reuben are the so-called Seminole Indians,the tribe of Issachar are the so-called Mexicans,the tribe of Asher are the Incas Colombia to Uruguay,and the tribe of Naphtali are the Argentina and they're the northern kingdom" Sophia replied as she smiled "Okay,my brain completely hurts from all of that"

“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.