Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

with smallpox. Not only that, their land was about to be overrun. The europeans were seeking out their land. His mother didn't want him to potential get sick or killed. At the time, she was the only one, that she knew of, that had a child with a human. So, she didn't know what could or couldn't affect him. Plus, her mate was dying and her people needed as much help as she could possibly give. Wolves from "across the pond" came here to settle as well. Most were friendly. Some weren't. His mother befriended one of those wolves. That friend just so happened to come and check on her. It was during that time that Talako was given to that friend. His mother stayed behind. Her mate had already pas

“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.

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 dreams and the mystery voice. When

Emily Emily was thrilled to find that she and Collins could easily talk. And possibly one day be just as close as Emily and Maeve were. Maeve, who would be going into labor any day now. She and Collins had spent the entire afternoon together talking. Emily learned that Collins had some Native American blood in her. Apparently her father’s mother was Cree. And her mother’s father was too. That’s how they’d met each other. A lot of the wolves came from similar background. She herself had some Cherokee blood. Hester’s father was Cherokee. But if you followed all werewolves bloodline it usually always led back to Native American origins. They just usually weren’t so close.

Alpha Brock intoned deeply, his voice a low rumble that seemed to harmonize with the nocturnal orchestra outside. I tested my limbs, the unfamiliar weight of my wolf's body both heavy and exhilarating. I rose, my muscles uncoiling with a newfound agility, moving in a rhythm I had yet to master. Outside, the wind caressed the leaves, whispering stories of ancient times, of werewolves who had walked paths of darkness and light. It was as though nature itself was conspiring to teach me the ways of my kind—the secrets of the wolf within. My wolf spoke with determination to let me know she existed, "I am now called MAYURI, the Moon Goddess has gifted me to you. I feel blessed to have a human witc

Her power was then amplified, and all of the humans slowly transitioned into werewolves. I’m not sure how much of Native American culture you know, but the Cherokee people were a matriarchy. Meaning that the women were in charge of the major running of the tribe. Obviously, we adopted this, as every child of the alpha line ever since has been female. And even though our Beta line is just as long and detailed as our Alpha line sometimes there will be a son born to them, but like I used to tell Samantha when she was growing up it doesn’t matter if you are a boy or a girl, the first born child is always the one meant to take the title.

I knew it was hard for him to say those words to me but it only increased my respect for him. "I know it wasn't you. It's that beast but I don't want him tamed. He's the protection we need," I said matter of factly. Navajo can take down ten werewolves at a time. He was wild and that made us all safe under his protection. Therefore, I was ready to bear whatever fallout it ravished.

" In us werewolf,we have 2 sides son. One is our human side and the other is your wolf side. " " We both live in harmony inside this body. " " When we die, our body perishes but our soul ie our wolf sides takes birth again. That's how life cycle works in us werewolves. " " Our wolf souls take birth again and again by choosing different bodies. " " Thaneos's wolf was called the death wolf. And it was the most strongest wolf known in the history of werewolves. " " It's soul was stuck in a tree for thousands of years, waiting for Serene. Which was your mother, Alexandria's wolf. "