Native American Novels & Stories

I don't think they'll buy I lost my memory so I'll keep it a secret for now. "There's no problem, it really doesn't bother me. Did you manage to decide something?" "Yes" says Anne "we don't trust you, pervert, but we know you're harmless. A native like you wouldn't stand a chance against us so don't get any weird ideas, got it?" "What do you mean native?" Anne sighs heavily as she extends a hand out as if it's obvious. "That's what you are, a savage born in these lands. We are heroes summoned from another world."

However, she was a gorgeous woman, dressed in clothes worn by natives of Strider Village. Strider was the only one here with Navian blood flowing through him. And afraid that his son and daughter-in-law would not want to adopt Strider, Strider's grandfather had given him the last name Hicks. Anita, on the other hand, was a bona fide native of the village who was originally named Awinita Tsiyi. Her parents later changed her name in hopes she would marry a Navian. The villagers here admired Navians as the monarchs of Novemton were Navian and more than half of Novemton's population were Navians. They thought Navians to be of a higher class and wanted their children to marry a Navian.

They serve as the gems of our ancestors claimed by the people in the government. "Our ancestors— Aetas, Negritos, Balúgas, Dumágas, Mamanúas, Manguiánes, Tagals as Soldiers and Sailor. Maharlika. Grass." I remembered what Padre said to me. Grass. They came from the Asian mainland, crossing shallow seas and land bridges. But the Peace Commission guarantees the Orders in possession—Pacification retarded—The Orders must go!—And be replaced by natives. The islands might be an earthly paradise.

They worship their ancestral deity here, surrounded by stunning natural beauty. Adeline's curiosity got the better of her. "What's the name of the tribe, Ahmed?" she asked, pen poised over her notebook. Ahmed's expression turned thoughtful. "They're the Awanatchi people. An ancient tribe, steeped in tradition and spirituality." Adeline scribbled notes, her eyes sparkling. "Awanatchi... I've never heard of them. What's their story?" Sebastian leaned in, interested. Ahmed nodded, settling into the tale. "The Awanatchi were once a powerful nation, spanning these lands. They believed the land held sacred energy, and their ancestors communed with the spirits."

“Are we all this time been following a farce queen?!” Victor Lyndon said more and Justice is ready to hear it all. “Is it true too that North America is originally Luna Puer’s territory and was taken away from us by force?! Is this what we’re fighting for?! Is this what we’ve been denied? A home? Did humans and other packs force our forefathers to leave our own territory?!” Aidan chuckles, looking forlorn, “Damn Victor and his mouth.”

I didn't know what else to say to him but I did not want to come off rude too. “ Have a nice day your majesty” Lord Talin waved at us with a smile. “ You too Lord Talin” ..... -Southern border of Aransas. The tribesmen of the desert gathered in a large tent, they were armed to the teeth. They wore animal armor made from animal skins and some melted irons. Their skins were two shades darker than those of Nayak and Ruqgu people due to being exposed to the harsh desert sun. They have a bitter history with Nayak, for hundreds of years, Nayak defeated them in every war but refused to conquer them. They had been looking for a way to penetrate the Nayak army until they met the Nameless lady in blac