Native American Novels & Stories

“Why can Ava see ghosts?” Movement was made and Sammy’s voice calling out, “S... P... I... R... I ... T... W... A... L... K... E... R...” Ida gasped, “Spirit walker. But I had thought only the Native Americans can do that?” June’s voice sounded small, “My mother’s mother was Cherokee.” Ida growled, “Didn’t your grandmother say anything?” “No.” Ava heard her mother sound lost and confused. “She wouldn’t tell anyone anything about her life.”

Today, however, he would only stay a night. He had a specific purpose for coming, one that demanded no more than a night. The people of Umunari were an enigmatic bunch. Here, their purposes in life were determined by their thirteenth summer, though they did not have summers. The blessed had a propensity for the path of warriors, and the touched, something they called Anibia. Where the villages distinguished the touched with ease, they thought the blessed simply men and women of greater prowess. However, they did not identify them by these names.

“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

He nodded and I felt his reluctance tugging at the link between us, "What do you know about the Utes people?" Cocking a brow, I shrugged, "Native American tribe that can be found in a few locations. They are believed to be walking the Earth since the beginning of time. Why?" "There is a legend that they have, its called the legend of the fire wolf. Let me explain from the beginning," he passed a look to my dad, bringing him into the mind link so he wouldn't be left out of the conversation, "whenever something troubled you, I always knew. I didn't understand it then but when you shifted for the first time things became clearer. You confided in me about your dre

She dragged out in hopes her friend of twenty-two years would get the slightest clue the slower she spoke. "Oh, no, I forgot, sorry," Cherokee apologized as she rested her head on Lucky's shoulder as they continued back into the reservation where they lived. "We still have time, come on!" She pulled her down the dirt-covered road to the third trailer on the right. The Rez as it was commonly called by those who lived there, those who are registered Native Americans to be exact. "This one!" Lucky squealed as she slipped on her white high heels to go with her light pink strapless dress which accented her beautiful honey-toned skin at least that's what she always

Then they got back into their green Blazer and continued along Glassman Avenue as the sun peeked through a clouded late-September sky at them. 2 Behind the locked doors of Nain Trinity Lutheran, a large Indian man with deep-set eyes stood guard in the blackness. He was a descendant of the Sauk tribe of Native North Americans, and he stood with his arms folded across a barrel chest, his back to the doors, his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail that flowed down the back of his immaculate suit. His sculpted face held no discernable emotion.

After confirming who Tanya was, the leader of the barbarians instructed his men to retreat, which they did as quickly as they had arrived. Tanya then introduced those people to Javier and Herschel, saying that they were from another native tribe under the Aztec tribe’s command. Javier thought about it and thought that it was understandable… ‘The Aztec Tribe engages in trade with modern society, so it’s only normal that they are more advanced. ‘Meanwhile, the surrounding natives refuse to communicate due to their language barrier, so they have no choice but to remain under the Aztec tribe’s command. Otherwise, they would end up being devoured by the Aztec tribe according to the law of the jun

They don't even look at me. Well, shamans tend to blend in. We are made to be unnoticed by most people around us. I don't have an exact explanation for that but I guess the moon goddess is trying to protect the oldest tribe of her race. Eastern Tribe was the oldest tribe that was ever created ever since. Most of us are gifted and we call ourselves shamans. We are the real guardians of Eastern powers and cultures. They were just adapted by humans, especially in Eastern Asia. Not long enough, Devon appeared and started to announce his unspeakable lies.