Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

All were listening and waiting. "How can a werewolf not live with the pack." Wolves were animals living in groups as everyone knew. "My ancestors were werewolves of the Crystal Arrow pack." I chose my words carefully, I didn't understand the old truths well anyway. “What is your family name?” A middle-aged man with a fierce appearance asked. “Lopez.” I answered. "Your ancestors were werewolves who betrayed their wolves and fled to human society." His eyes were very deep with murderous intent. I was afraid to step back. Alpha King held my hand, not letting me continue to back away.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

It came to back him up. Leonard howled and the Natives, as well as Guillermo, shocked everyone when they too had undergone a transformation. They all shifted into gigantic wolves, Leonard was also shocked by the natives’ secret ability, they were the legendary shapeshifters. They are not werewolves but they have the ability to turn into giant wolves using ancient rituals developed by their ancestors.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

“It would be nice to never have to hear the word ‘wolf’ again.” “This mountain has been Wolf Mountain for as long as I can remember. It was named by the Native Americans for the large population of natural wolves. The supernaturals didn’t come until later.” He stretched his body and groaned with pleasure. “My leg is finally feeling back to normal.” “Did the fairies live alongside of the Native Americans?”

Something big is coming, and for once, the entire supernatural world is in agreement: the Riding Hoods have to be stopped. Kanati—according to Cherokee legend, the first man—looks like he’s about 25. He’s tall, even by werewolf standards, almost matching Dad’s height. He and his translator, Kamama, both have deep tans from living outdoors. Their faces are angular: sharp cheekbones, flat arrowhead-like noses, strong jaws. Kanati wears his long black hair in a scalp lock—shaved on the sides, with a thick lock at the crown that flows down his back. A hawk feather is woven in, and small braids decorate the length. He has a septum piercing, earrings, a silver cuff on his upper left arm, and neckl

“Amerie. Listen to me. You said that Matt said he saw a wolf and then a man?” She nodded and he motioned for her to sit. Tyler continued, “This wasn’t a wild animal attack. There’s a legend in this area that dates back to the Native Americans. A white wolf three times the size as normal wolves that can change into a man.” Amerie blinked, but held her tongue.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.