Native American Novels & Stories

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.

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

"Seriously?" She nodded, taking a sip of her soda. "Long ago, a tribe of American Indians needed help defending themselves and innocents from vampires, witches, and many other supernatural creatures. So, the leaders of the first tribe built a bonfire and went before The Great Spirit to ask for help to defeat their enemies. To make a long story short, The Great Spirit came and gave them the power of the wolf. We became wolf shifters." "But not all of us are American Indians." I took a bite of my chicken, and the savory flavor filled my mouth.

It convinced us that Alpha Madison and her allies are being completely truthful. Laf contacted her and told her where the others were and just like the first group, they were swiftly brought to the pack for protection. Granted, it’s not in Alpha Madison’s pack. Her’s is in Wisconsin and too far away from our homestead in southern Oklahoma, but they are with one of her allies, the Choctaw Pack. Yes, they are also a recognized native American tribe and many of our kin have been given jobs in their casinos as security personnel; they’re getting paid a real, livable wage. Plus, they’re close enough to our homestead to have daily visits to make sure our homes are s

If the little human were to give birth to a hybrid back among her own community, she would be ostracised, treated no better than a white woman taken and used by members of a Native American tribe. We had our own double standards to address without fixing the small town mentality surrounding pack lands. “I know she didn’t want to return but Kane’s burned her boats good and proper now.” “It won’t matter, in the end,” Anastasia remarked. I didn’t want to go there. My thoughts were gloomy enough. “I bet Grebe was sweating.” “Grebe? No, he was by her side the whole time. They’re not exactly a couple but …” She frowned. “The vision’s receding and my opinion with it.

If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club. Sahka isn't any part African. The Sahka are an aboriginal people. Since you are in North America, you would think Native Americans, and you would be wrong. There are tons of cool tribal names in the Americas...but apparently they'd all be rejected for a Turkish nomadic people who inhabit Northeastern...Siberia.

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.”

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.