Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

I am mateless! Yes. Clear as crystal. I am mateless. This is the fate of a shaman like me. For generic witches around New Orleans, I am different from them. Because my ways stemmed from the Asian Culture of werewolves. And shamans are not allowed to have mates. I am called Solus Lupus. After the plans were laid out, the three of us got back into our original positions as though nothing had ever happened. When the hoodlums came back, we were back into our fake scared-y faces.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

So this new player, any idea what we’re about to be dealing with? Not much. It’s too distant yet. My closest guess is the Pawnee Spirit Wolf. Doesn’t sound like a bad thing for us as a pack. The Pawnee are the Wolf People. It’s significant to them that Anna has become part of a were pack. I’m hoping they only seek the blessing of their deity. What else could they be doing? Invoking him. We’ve reached the edge of the fallow field behind the homestead. Though the medicine man had already approved of the place for this ceremony, he walks the length and breadth of the field again as we wait, carefully choosing the exact placement for each participant, then directing us to them.

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

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

She stepped aside and let me in. We sat down on the couch, and she looked at me in silence waiting for me to start. "I'm going to tell you the way my father told me." "Okay that's vague..." she scrunched her face up in confusion. "Just listen, long ago before the white man conquered this land there was a tribe that found a babe in the woods one winter night. The babe was not scared or out of place. No, it was nestled in the center of a wolf pack. An expectant mother from the village heard a coo in the night and went searching for the source. When she laid eyes on the wolves she felt no fear, for they protected the babe and kept it warm from the winter. The wolves knew this human pup could no

“What the fuck?” “Nick Holland was the Alpha werewolf of the Rambling Hills pack. Over half of the town is werewolves, Riley. So are most of the guys you work with. Nick and I came up with a work program for the pack before he retired.” Dad leans back and folds his arms over his chest as if he’s already bored with the conversation. “Their kind were here all the way back when it was just indigenous people. Regardless, just because they’re different from us, doesn’t mean they’re bad people.” “Oh my God.” I take a step back. “They brainwashed you too? Are you part of a cult, Dad?! JONAAAAAAASS!”

"I am here because I love you. And it is good judgement to tell a man you love all the secrets hidden inside of you. I know it may sound amusing to you. Still, I can't deny the fact that I am a werewolf. The faster you understand that the better it is for us. Where I come from, men like me detest men like you. They say humans are inferior to werewolves. They say men like you are worthless to the earth. Yet, I love you, Drake." A few seconds passed. "The act I committed against my sister that put our relationship in jeopardy is adultery," Rori continued. "I slept with her husband who is the head of a werewolf group seeking to make trouble with me. I have been disrespected and highly disregard