Native American Novels & Stories

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.”

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 an

she said rushing into the building. Abey went into the Counselors office, Betty the receptionist walked over, “did you bring in your paperwork?” she kind of whispered behind Abey's back. “Yeah, sorry my parents must have forgotten to send this in before school started.” she blushed under the papers. Betty grabbed the papers and walked back to her desk to grab her oversized glasses. She glanced down at the paperwork, “one sec,” she said thumbing through the paper. “It says here that you're Native American, but on this one it says white. Well? Which is it?” she said with a scowling look on her face.

He grabbed at the front of his shirt, fighting to breathe. *** Shea was standing with Ichiro and the others around the fire. Before them, the Natives were performing the Hakarum Ne. A traditional war cry passed down through the ages. The aura of their wolves encased the Natives in an orange glow. They looked as if they were preparing for war. As the tempo of the drums built, Shea’s breathing changed. "Shea?"

She was known as the best decorator in the Aiglean land. Oleifa’s daughter Zulika was just married to Daraton, a being from another tribe called Nazia, in the west. As it was, the Aryan world was originally divided into three tribes: the Aigleana in the east, Indi in the north and south, and Nazia in the west. However, Indi was divided into two because of the King. The north was now composed of the rebels they called themselves as Furezos, members of the Furez tribe. They were fierce warriors, just like the Elite Aryan warriors.

He would say that nothing exists unless there is objective evidence. However, talking to First Nations people Canadians, Native Americans and Aboriginal Australians, you discover things you don't have easy scientific explanation. He leaned forward, nodding his head. “I saw this when I visited my Indian relatives. For example, a man broke his arm so badly it was twisted all over, the bone showing through the skin. I noticed that he had to see a doctor or he might lose his entire arm. However, they wrapped everything and the karadji – the healer or shaman – performed a ritual and talked with the spirits, and

"Only the ones that feel this clear." "Well, that's interesting." It was silent for a moment. "Did you know that the Navajo Indians believed there to be four lights? One was a white light, which gave light and healed. One was a blue like that gave protection. One was a yellow light that defended. The last one was darkness, but through that darkness shone an orange light. That light was one that could corrupt if ever possessed by the wrong person. Do you know what all of these lights had in common?"

“I was originally from a reservation in North Dakota—” “For native Americans?” “Yes, but we are of a different kinship even though we share the same ancestors. They are… different from us. We possess the ability to shapeshift… they call us the wulfclan,” she paused when she said that and searched Cole’s eyes for reaction and found none.

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 Amer

I asked racking my brains the name was familiar, I had possibly heard it in class at the academy where we were taught about other supernatural creatures and races but I had been a piss poor student. "A Nahual or an "El Nahual" is an animal shifter like a werewolf." Ash responded i could hear the slight irritation in his voice that I didn't know this myself. "But there is one huge difference, they are a tribe of ancient people and whilst they might be paired and bonded to an animal shifter not all of them have the ability to shift to that animal. They are as ancient as prehistoric as the earth possibly out dated werewolves, vampires and other supernatural species. They were linked on history