Native American Novels & Stories

“Did it show you visions?” “No, it simply talked to me. It told me that it is up to Cindy to come back to us. Right now Mary is controlling her, but Cindy is stronger than we realize according to the tree.” “What’s its name?” Katie smiled. “It said I would not be able to say it because it was named by the people who used to live here.” “Ah…” Winona smiled. “My people.” “No…not your people.” Katie corrected her. “No, not technically ‘my’ people, but the Native Americans who were here.”

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

Ashanti It's been a year since everything, and I've been traveling around. Trying to know more about myself, and I'm pleased to say that I like different colors other than Black. Yellow for example. It's just so beautiful, and I like how it glows in the summer sun. Mane, I am like a teenager in a candy store when I learn something new about myself. I like to read. I like novels and books, and I even took an online class to have a diploma. I didn't know that could happen, but I found this school that was offering, and I went for it.

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.

“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.

He stared at me looking serious and then said it: “The warriors from Martin, Coulter and Person packs are here, all our people is gathered so we can invoke Mother Earth power and ask for Adam health. I know we seem savages, primitive, but that’s how we are Samantha. We are not ashamed of the animal, of the wolf that is inside us, we lycans with Cherokee blood believe that to reconnect with nature can bring the cure to Adam’s body. If you don’t want to be a part of it, you can stay inside the house with Ayobe. Hunter, Connor, get Adam carefully and let’s start.” I got up and asked Hunter if I could be a part of it, he nodded. We got outside the cabin, around thirty men were waiting for us. Al

It was the most beautiful place I’d seen in my life. “I didn’t know you were … well…” I said to Brandon. “Oh, you can say Native American. It’s not racist or anything,” Brandon said. “Are you?” “A Native? My dad’s from the tribe. My mom isn’t. They were fated mates. Before she became a part of our tribe, she was part of the Howls. Back in those days, the Howls were quite amicable. At the wedding ceremony, all the Howls came and celebrated with us like our brothers,” he said. “Not so much anymore. There’s hardly any accord between the packs nowadays.”

he snarls. “Oh, I absolutely do,” I say as the door slams open. “This country wasn’t built by law-abiding saints. It was built by people who stole land from the Native Americans—that’s why we call them Native. Because they were here first. Not you. Not me. Them.”

“She was terrible to Amos, and I’m not just saying that. She was greedy and only cared about herself. It tore Amos up that she’d manipulate and use Kelsey against him. He never wanted to leave her. Her mother used his connection with the reservation against him. Saying if Kelsey were to live there with him and her Dadi, that it wouldn’t be a safe environment because it’s so poverty stricken and filled with gangs, drinking, and drug addictions.” “I thought reservations were sacred places?” “They are, but unfortunately, they aren’t the greatest places. There is rich Native American culture, but they have their own set of rules, and women aren’t treated well ther

When I don’t say anything, she adds, “I’m really sorry.” I reach out for her folder and start perusing it. “That’s fine, but please don’t bring your family drama here next time.” “I sent my presentation in the email,” she tells me meekly. “Should I ask your operator to play it?” “No need,” I say, looking at her introduction. So she’s Yana Allard, owner of Catori Jewelry, named after her grandmother who was from a tribe named Sioux. Pretty impressive, since Native American tribes have always been friends with Lycans. What I can’t find impressive is the actual business.