Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

“When we were seventeen, I made friends with a boy, Matthew… He was an Indian, just from the Sioux. We met in the city, he worked part-time in a car service, and became close friends. Once he took me to visit the reservation. The trip was quite interesting, but I won't bore you with the details. There we spent time with his younger brother Timmy, and in the evening, by the fire, one of the elders began to tell the legend of the tribe. About people who became wolves. Sammy caught her breath, she froze, unable to move, and the man, as if not noticing, continued: - The legend is that once, in ancient times, one warrior went hunting. And his wife began to offer his younger brother to take posses

The saliva dripped from his teeth, and his shirt bulged as the moon began to change him. His ears took on another form. They curved backward toward me and flipped outward like a wolf's. His ears listened in as I hid behind a tree. I covered my mouth with my hands that night. My breath betrayed me as the smoke of my foggy breath was sniffled in the air by the inhuman nose on his face. His face was becoming dog-like in nature. The Native American tribes described them as the wolf-people. Pop culture would call them by their real name, werewolf. My grandmother told me about the wolf-people and their love for native women. The native women of Saint Maria were lost to the wolf-people clan.

“Alpha I have some paperwork I need you to just look over and sign” “Ok come straight in” I mind l**k back. Rae is curator at the museum I own. She is also my sister. I own many businesses but the museum us my favourite. We both have a keen interest in history, so do our parents and most of our pack. By running the museum we are preserving our history making it accessible for future generations. We don’t show the world our werewolf heritage we show our Native American history, though some werewolf history clearly comes in to that but nothing a regular human would be able to piece together or realise. Native Americans are said to be the originators of werewolves, and we are descended from som

The pack house was rammed when I crept out of the library. I’d intended to get my bandages changed before dinner, but I’d become sucked into my research. I discovered that many Native Americans offered their animal fetishes cornmeal, so I resolved to find some for my little wolf.

I flip through chapters on sea serpents and ghost ships before I reach what I'm searching for. "Shapeshifters of the Coastal Forests." My heart is pounding as I read the opening paragraph of the piece. Native American groups in the region, the article continues, have had legends for centuries about humans who could take on wolf form, powerful beings that served as sentinels between the human and spiritual realms. It's the second section that makes my breath catch.

“It’s not like that! I just don’t think it’s fair that they’re taking everything from you guys. They’ve stole your people’s lands already now they want to kill the rest of you off? It doesn’t sit well with me.” Skylar brushes his thumb against his mates cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re all vengeful and determined, Princess.” Cheyenne let out a soft laugh, leaning into his touch. “How did you get to become a werewolf, anyway?” He tilted his head at her, confused. “What do you mean? I was born a werewolf.” Skylar said, his dark brows pulled together, causing a wrinkle of confusion on his forehead. “I mean where did it come from? I can tell you’re Native American descent. Unless you aren’t an

My fingertips gently caressed the cover as my eyes never left it. "My family has had this heirloom in the family for generations. Fathers would pass it down to their sons, but all of their children knew about it. It was the son's responsibility to carry it forward, since they would be the ones to carry the name. It was told that we were entrusted with something very important. A secret... a weapon... and one day the person that gave us this responsibility would return. Talako was the name of one of my ancestors on my father side. He was a Choctaw, but ended up leaving due to his parents being killed. His mother gave him to a friend. Some natives were wolves, but not all of them. The wolves p

“I did… However, I was more worried about figuring out who her mother was. She was in my pack yet I could never truly figure out what she really was.” “You mean what tribe she belonged to.” He confirmed my statement by nodding his head yes. “I found out that her mother is part of the Anubis tribe.” “The Dark Shifters… Why would she settle down and become a part of the Ruby Wolf Pack?” “It was her mission. As you know, the Anubis tribe started off as wolf shifters. They are the forefathers of werewolves. Then, they became greedy and wanted to shift into other tribal animals. They slowly creeped their way into the other tribes.”

"Miss Emily, your fate is bound to greatness." The tribe's elder witch spoke, her voice like cracking ice, her cloudy eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "You were born with a sacred gift—the rare ability to bear powerful, pureblood wolf pups." Her prophecy spread like wildfire the moment I entered the world, echoing far beyond our tribe, rippling across the entire North American continent. As I neared adulthood, werewolves from every pack came to court me, each hoping to mate with the legendary she-wolf who could grant them a bloodline of unmatched strength. Among them, Leon of the Silvermoon Pack emerged victorious. Ruthless, powerful, and backed by the might of his clan, he claime

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.