Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

"He has a pretty rigid attitude. Extremely forthright. Very Sudann. His ties to the past and the traditional methods of doing things are very deep. There are stories whispered around campfires late at night that our people pass down about people who can change their appearance. "On the other hand, they aren't myths, are they?" "No, not completely. It is commonly held that a distant relative became the first true werewolf after being cursed by a witch for being responsible for the death of her pet wolf. The young warrior, furious and terrified of what he had become, went completely insane and began murdering everything that got in his way.

And just over the ridge of the mountains was a boastful and bountiful human city, now it was run down, and only a few streets had survived the pack wars. My tutor and parents had explained the pack wars to me and how the humans became involved. In a time when humans and werewolves lived comfortably together and respected one another, an Alpha who was said to be the strongest fell in love with another Alpha’s human mate. He decided to claim her for himself and stole her, his obsession with the human Luna was wild and caused his wolf to lose control. The Alphas went to war and the packs began to split. Humans began to fight against the wolves and the packs began to wipe out the humans.

“So, he’s super fast and super strong?” “Why is that shocking? Aren’t our vampires super fast and strong?” “Yes, but not as strong as the wolves.” “Well, this series doesn’t get wolves until the second movie.” “There’s wolves?!” “Yeah, there’s a pack in the local native American tribe.” “Pack? That’s archaic.” “It’s a story, Max,” I finally huffed. “Can you just watch?” Maximus grumbled and dropped my hand to cross his arms over his chest. He did not seem to be enjoying Twilight. I, honestly, didn’t blame him. This movie was seemingly glorifying the worst part of our lives at the moment. And badly.

Alpha Nico’s POV I stand and walk to the window looking out over the pack. It’s taken so long to get our numbers up, we have just above 1000, and that has taken centuries. My blood line is one that is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself, the very first werewolf to ever exist. I look out over the pack, “he doesn’t want to come here, doesn’t want to send the other wolf to me, fine, we’ll just bring his pup here, I’ll have a nice little conversation with her till he gets here then. I’ll educate her quickly.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

"Seriously?" She nodded, taking a sip of her soda. "Long ago, a tribe of American Indians needed help defending themselves and innocents from vampires, witches, and many other supernatural creatures. So, the leaders of the first tribe built a bonfire and went before The Great Spirit to ask for help to defeat their enemies. To make a long story short, The Great Spirit came and gave them the power of the wolf. We became wolf shifters." "But not all of us are American Indians." I took a bite of my chicken, and the savory flavor filled my mouth.

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.

I was extremely happy when I realized that I didn't have to share a bathroom with my brothers. Soon someone came up and gave us all a tour of the castle, it was basically a giant maze. I could barely remember where my own bedroom was. Though I figured that I'd get use to it over time. When the tour was over they walked us to the great hall, where the Ancient Wolves were. Legend has it that they were the first ever Wolves to walk the Earth and that they have amazing powers bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess herself.

Sylvain murmured. "Do you know how werewolves came into being?" I found myself asking because I didn't find it fair that I shared my heritage with him and received nothing in return. If he was getting to know what made me the person I was, then I deserved that too. Right? If only it didn't make me feel like a selfish bitch. "The Native American tribes believe that they were blessed with the ability to shift from man to wolf and back to protect their lands and people. They have a lot of legends and I'm beginning to think they may be onto something considering my sister has their legendary fire wolf residing within her."

He hands it to Nova. “See, I’m not crazy. It’s covered in a silver like metal, but its harmless to wolves. Maybe gold mixed with something. It's from the Santee area, near Lake Marion. Before the lake, there was a small pack there. Only about 50 werewolves, when WWII broke out most werewolves went to enlist in different countries. Most of this pack met their mates in Europe. The Alpha was so angry, he forced or tricked, all the remaining members to drink wolfsbane and kill their wolves. My mother told me about them. They had been an off shot, the odd ones of the Santee Tribe. Thrown out when they failed to protect the tribe from the European settlers. You mother must be a descendant from the