Bato Water Tribe Novels & Stories

A werewolf loyalty always lie with their alpha, their mother nature and their tribe. Time passed and the council room filled with many people they all bowed together and sat on their respected seats after submitting their reports, we talked about various things that would bore anyone out of their mind but this had to be done sooner or later. We were about to wrap things up when suddenly a messanger opened the door and asked for my forgiveness fir distrubing and gave a paper to his clan representative. The beta opened the paper as quickly as possible and read it. "The Gibbous tribe is again trying to break the treaty by changing the path of waterline, if that happens the scarcity of water wil

Because, good sex or not, purring wasn't a normal reaction for her or anyone she knew. "I am Acat, warrior and chief in training for the Luunaa Xtaabay tribe." "The what?" "Your English translation would be Moon Ghosts." "And I am his trusted second, Chaob." "Moon ghosts? As in legendary tribe of shape-shifting warriors?" They nodded. "We're also both your mates," her big lover announced.

The attention of the men returned when Pa Uta continued, “The children of the night took one of our own, Ginika, the son of Jide and Ngozi, of the tribe of water mage in the Kingdom of Umudike.” “What a tragedy. That boy is a stubborn lad, but he deserves more than to die in the hands of vampires.” Pa Ikenna shook his head “He is as good as dead. Perhaps we should continue with our activities and mourn him with the others.” “What?” Bola exclaimed, and flared his glare with disbelief at Pa Ikenna who had just spoken for the first time. “Bring your voice down,” Pa Uta warned, “We don’t want the people to start poking their heads in what we are saying.” his words hanged on the air for a while b

“Alpha Banaua was known to create wars just before it starts.” Bathal giggled. He shrugs and tightens his grip on the rope that binds unto the horse, trying to fool the people to make it seem that he’s comfortable. When the truth is — he really is not. “Maybe you’re right.” "I’m always right!" Luntian answered, and she sounded like she’s bragging. The old Shaman paced towards the horse, trying to catch up with the King. She arches her neck up to look at his majesty and said, “I wonder how your son would react once he wakes up and sees Accashia’s bulging stomach.”

“What did you come to ask him?” Babe wiped her face again and stood a little straighter. “You may or may not know my story, the way I came to be with the tribe but eighteen years ago, Twila found me along the road in Alabama. I was lost then and I’m still sort of lost today. She gave me the name Babe as an endearment because I couldn’t remember my own name. She brought me here to protect me the only way she knew how and I’ll be forever grateful to her for that.” Breed gave her a nod. “I know some of the story. So what the hell does Blade have to do with it?”

"Pardon me, Alpha Seth! Would you just give us a moment? When a voice greeted them from behind, Seth and Edith's steps came to a stop. Seth turned and saw a guy and a woman with eagle feathers on their hair, dressed in Native American attire. Both smiled warmly, and Seth returned the favour by smiling as well. "We are Alpha and Luna of The Moon Warrior pack. I am Alpha Chocise and she is Luna Simi. We helped your mother give birth when you were born on our tribe's reservation."

I couldn’t be weak. The weak didn’t survive. The weak got things they cared about taken from them. I cant be weak, I refuse to be weak, the weak get things taken away from them. I am not weak. You really tink you deserve peace Do you think you can protect I’m like this Hell just end up like liora No.. You'll kill him too “SHUT UP!” I roared, but the water swallowed my voice whole. I heard a crack somewhere in my mind, the sound of glass smashing into a million pieces in a void, but I ignored it

I needed to come up with another back up plan just in case I can't accomplish this. "Can you go back to the image of Bartholomew?" Ambrosia asked. The images flashed again until the image of him was before us again. "He looks Indian, his skin is well toned like them. He gives the appearance of being a chief? or the son of the chief. Indians have their own beliefs though, did Lucinda say anything about that?" Ambrosia asked. "No, she didn't could he come from a tribe?" I asked. "Possibly, some old Indian tribes believe in different things, they believe their ancestors give them power. I think it is wise to ask Lucinda." Ambrosia replied. "Delilah? Do you know?" I asked. "His mother was Indian

The men of the fellow tribe had a very beautiful belief about the Kotas drink, they said the one father away from their house was always the sweetest and for this reason, they traveled a few kilometers to enjoy themselves, in every bar, a man in a blue garment could be found. The Dark Knight consisted of mostly Assassins, they lived and survived on the water. The Dark Knights built their houses on water and made a fascinating living on the water. Whenever a baby reached the age of ten, he/she would be thrown into the water. This tribe believed they were acquitting the baby with the water who would be his best friend, they could also fight on land but nobody dared to come close to them on wat

Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance. Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.