Native American Romance Novels & Stories

As time passed, she found herself increasingly captivated by him, becoming more observant of his presence than anyone else. Frequent visits became the norm, with various reasons serving as excuses for their encounters. Sometimes, he would show up with injuries, and other times, he would bring along his pack members. In the midst of these interactions, their connection deepened, and a romantic relationship blossomed. As they started dating, an unexpected emotion took root within her – love. Despite not being mates, she embraced the bond they shared, convinced that their wolves would accept each other as long as they remained together. The absence of a formal mate bond did little to diminish t

As I was sitting behind her I plant a quick kiss on her exposed neck while saying " No need to thank me. We're always meant to ne together! " " let's go " after feeding her breakfast even though she protested having anything, we were done with our breakfast and now we are walking to the Aboriginal tribe camp to say goodbye. She wants to meet them first before going. As we walk there they all greet her calling her Mah besides that I didn't get what they were talking about. The scenery before me was like a black and white movie with no sound. Whatever they talked about went over my head. Like dumbstruck, I stood there and my eyes shift from one person to another. However, the awkwardness died

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

His mother screeched as she rose from the table still dressed in the same clothes she had on the day before. "She's Native American she doesn't believe in that," He retorted as he grabbed Cherokee's hand and led her into their bedroom. "Right, you don't believe in that superstition?" He whispered in her ear as he closed the door behind them. "No, I don't," She smiled and at first she thought he was getting to know her and her ways but then she remembered he was only saying that to be able to come. He didn't want his mother to ask too many questions and Cherokee to reveal that they were under contract and this wasn't a real marriage. "Should I get dressed?"

“But like, really traditional. The rituals, not just the basics.” “Okay, but which rituals are we talking about, here? Like, the shamans selling off the prettiest humans in the pack as concubines? Or the one where everyone gets naked and smears themselves with fermented deer blood and the dominant were has to sniff his mate out in the chaos?” I couldn’t help my facial expression, and Colin cracked up. I stuck out my tongue at him. “You made that last one up.” “Cross my heart, I didn’t. There’s this pack in Colorado that does that for every mating.”

Instead she asked me questions about my childhood, my mom and dad, how I came to be Tyees mate, and what I think about them having wolves. We lost track of time drinking and getting Raiah ready that we didn’t even notice Tyee and Ahanu walk in. The only reason we did is because Ahanu made a slick joke about coming back when were sober. Nokomis almost fell over when they startled us, which caused us to laugh even harder. We stopped when we realized Ahanu and Raiah were staring at each other, their eyes full of so much emotion. Flooded with love, desire, passion, no one dared to interrupt. Ahanu broke the silence first. “Raiah are you ready to be my mate?” Raiah got up from the table slowly wa

“You take wife. Unite people.” Aiden’s heart sank to his feet when he realized what was happening. He knew very little about the customs of these Indians, but one of the things he did know was that it was an enormous insult to refuse the offer of a chief’s daughter in marriage. He couldn’t even get away with saying he already had a wife, since -although it wasn’t a common practice- they allowed multiple wives. His brain was working overtime when an angry brave entered the tee pee and began arguing with the chief. From the way he was pointing at Aiden and Leotie, Aiden gathered he wasn’t happy about the marriage offer.

He has a Maori tattoo on his face that's called a Ta Moko. "This is a story set back in my tribe. My tribe valued all life in the forest, especially the wolves. They were strong and powerful, something we aspire to be. They were our constant reminder to stay strong, especially for the ones we loved. 70 years ago, there was a woman named, Aroha with a great calling set upon her life. She was to become a great female warrior. She was betrothed to the top warrior of her tribe, Kingii. It was a great honour. As the day came to prepare for her marriage, a visiting tribe came to set business with her father, the chief. The visiting tribe's chief, named Mana, laid his eyes on the female warrior. An

It has been many nights, she was alone in bed without the heat from her husband's body. The teuton tribe people rounded on the large bonfire after the merry making. Alminah bit her lower lip while tracing with her hands the gem she acquired on the wild river. Jion trekked into the mountains, alone. To retrieve the heart of the active volcano. She knew that his quest would require him his life, she told the prince of this fact, but her husband insisted on getting the stone. For them to be married according to their traditions in Teuton tribe. A gypsy kind of ceremony in which Jion learned to be of more romantic and passionate. Their love, if done traditional kind of ceremony, wilt have the s

Then she asked if she could have a cheeseburger because she hadn’t eaten all day and the rumor on the streets is that I feed everyone who I rescue. Her name is Takoda HorseChaser. She just turned nineteen and was very proud to that she knows her first name means ‘friend to everyone’, but confused about her surname because she’s never seen a horse in real life. She knows she’s a Native American from the Sioux nation. She couldn’t remember which pack or which state she was from, but pretty sure she remembers being in Nebraska when she was little. She doesn’t remember her parent’s names, but she remembers her mother’s wolf being dark brown. Her naturally tan skin tone and long dark hair make he