Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

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.

*⚠️ Warning: this book contains graphic sex scenes between men, abuse, rape, and homophobic slurs. Chapters will NOT be trigger-marked. Read with caution. ~§~ Many years ago, life was very different for werewolves. Back then, the weak were either discarded, killed, beaten, raped, or used as sex slaves. Throughout the years, life has changed, but not everywhere. Some Alphas still hold tight to the ways of old. The Midnight Moon pack, located in Watton of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, is one of the largest packs in North America, with over 1500 pack members, and they no longer cling to the old ways.

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;

I tell her as I smile at thought about running through the forest. Luna, will you tell me who I am? Ever since last night I have felt different. I know you know more about who I am and what I am becoming. I huff as I try to think about where to start. "Okay before I do that, I need to tell you a story. The story of the first wolf. I know you did not go to school like other pups so I will give you a history lesson. It starts with the moon goddess of course. Many think this is just a myth, but the Moon Goddess was a witch. I know the story that is taught is that she has always been a goddess that took favor with us and blessed certain humans with wolves but that is not true. The Moon Goddess w

We are part of a group or pack of wolves called the Anachronistic Super Moon Pack that is stationed at the very tippy top of the Canadian borders, hidden away from humans and wolves alike. We are a myth that has never been busted, never been found or uncovered by anyone except for Damien and Onyx. We've been around for a long time, being the first of our kind and our blood is the purest you will find because it descends from the goddess herself and has never, ever... been diluted. Until now, until today in this very room. Theo is the first wolf outside of our pack to mate with one of us, Theo is also the first hybrid to mate with one of us... and our pup?

"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.