Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

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."

She giggled as she pulled out a large pot and began filling it with water. "No, it's not. Honestly I can't even believe we celebrate this stupid holiday after everything they did to us." I told her honestly as I thought about the history of my people. It was no secret in the supernatural world that the werewolf gene was passed through the DNA of the Native Americans. Each of the supernatural species had come from a particular region in the world, except for the witches. Every culture and every continent had its own set of witches. Her giggle pulled me from my thoughts as I watched her begin making the crust for her pumpkin pie. She really was a beauty to watch in the kitchen as she moved aro

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

But, I always assumed it was due to Axel and I being orphans, not because we were fricking shapeshifters. I figured with my high, prominent cheekbones, nearly black hair, and naturally tanned skin, that I was of Native American descent, belonging to a tribe somewhere. And I guess in a way, I do. A fricking werewolf tribe—pack. They're called packs, not tribes. But do I? That would mean that I have an Alpha, but I don't. If I did, I would have known what I was, right? The sound of howls off in the distance breaks me from my inner monologue—and makes her still, ears perked, assessing if there is a threat nearby.

She shrugged, “No clue. But you probably wouldn’t know about it unless you’ve lived around a reservation. My people have been making this bread since we were forced onto the reservations and to live on only what the human government gave us. That’s why the recipe is basic. We were not given a lot then, so we used everything and made it last as long as we could.” I asked, “So were you turned?” She nodded, “I was. I was one of those rare humans who was mated to a werewolf. My tribe was very accepting of Radolf. They just wanted to make sure we were married according to Native customs and they wanted him to turn me and they wanted us both to shift together so they could bless us. The whole proc

Tala couldn't even ask what he meant when the group suddenly appeared around them, from out trees, behind rocks, in holes in the ground, they were as Ray said, surrounded. "Another wolf strays from her territory?" A female came through the brush to them, Tala couldn't believe to see she was also native American, war paint on her face, that chieftain feather hat over her head and down her back. "Another?" She peeped "It might not be a stupid yellow eyed mungrel with grayish hair?" The woman smiled "Yes, a mix blood, Turok he called himself, wanting to form an alliance, how pathetic"

"I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this. It's ridiculous!" "Orion!" "I'm not! I will not let us all fall into the trap of these Weres!" "Weres?" I asked. I thought they were just beasts. It was surprising, since I was yet to wrap my head around werewolves. "Yes, they are the Navajos! And I would never let us become prey for some mere witches!" The realization shocked me a bit, but I couldn't dwell much on it. "Yes, we will! If that's how we save the others!"

There was no way Gina had turned into murderer overnight. "You know I've always thought she was just a common thief," The man said, looking at Liana. He was seated on a chair placed right in front of her. He had removed his mask but she didn't recognize him. He was not a native of her little town. "I can't believe she'd kill someone who'd never done anything wrong to her. She's one cold hearted girl."