Dragon Tribe Novels & Stories

Unless, and Rhett considered the people again, taking in their dishevelment, the shadows under their eyes, and the way the fight had gone out of them, these weren’t the Rideten pack and had been brought in from somewhere else, where they had been held for some time. “Hey,” he said and saw several of those nearby look up in alarm, mothers moving to protectively place themselves nearer their children, whilst the men rose to their feet, tensing. “We’re Les Guerriers Sanctifies from Havermouth,” he held out his hands, palms forward. “Where are you all from?” “Redbank,” the woman nearest to him whispered. “We’re from regional Redbank.”

He went about the whole thing the wrong way, and it would take a while for us to be able to trust him. We had a day to go before we all set out for the luna eclipse pack. We had agreed that the spirit wolf pack would be the best place to face Glover. He was a spirit wolf problem that spilt over to our world. They had stronger wolves there. Sam, Sylvester, Christian and I wouldn't be doing the heavy lifting there. They had been informed, and they were waiting for us.

Trix scanned the halls to make sure no one was around. She didn't want to be dragged back to being Empress Vitatrix too soon. "Who were those men?" Trix asked Jacob as the turned a corner. "Members of the Draco Gang. They've been trying to get me to join them since I stole from one of their leaders." He explained. "I thought gangs never tried to recruit you?" Trix asked beginning to doubt his original story. "They don't. They spoke to me several time but nothing like this. Something must be up with the gangs." Jacob pondered as continued on their way.

“We’re gathered here, as always, to discuss pressing matters. Who wishes to speak first?” He turned his gaze toward Alpha Arnel, one of the weaker Alphas, though not entirely useless. “You mentioned at the last gathering that your pack has been ambushed multiple times. Do you have a report?” Arnel nodded. “Yes, Sir Dreyar. My pack, Gunteltribe, in the far South, has been under relentless attacks from rogues. We’ve suffered heavy casualties, and our base is compromised. We may be forced to migrate.” “Rogues?” an Alpha scoffed. “In the South? And you can’t handle them?”

Cayd asks. “What do you know of it,” the man in front of him growls. “Perhaps we can sit down and talk. There’s a lot for us to discuss,” I say. “Come on, Orsid. Let’s talk to them. Three of them are dragons, one is related to Ronnon. Perhaps these two are related to our clan members, also. The wolf is obviously protecting his mate. He hasn’t shown any aggression at all. I’m Toddre. That’s Orsid, as I said, and that’s Norrin. He’s also a Drache. The other two are Ddraigs, as you might have guessed,” the man in front of me says.

I said, nodding towards the group wearing red-orange bands, “what tribe are they in?” “That’s the Mountain Lion tribe. Their element is fire, and their colour is anywhere from terracotta red to burnt orange, as you can see, because they’re right in front of us…” He trailed off, seemingly embarrassed that he’d pointed out the obvious. I squeezed his hand, smiling softly up at him. He met my eyes, and I couldn’t quite place his expression. That frustrated me; I felt as though I knew him intimately, when really, I didn’t know him well at all.

“Malrik hasn’t been part of my tribe for years. He left our pack because he wanted more than peace—he wanted power, and no one could give him that. He’s dangerous, yes, but if you think I had a hand in what he’s done, you’re mistaken.” “Convenient excuse,” Diego bit out. “You say you couldn’t give him power. Sounds to me like you didn’t have enough to keep him in line.” Tristan’s calm exterior finally cracked, his voice rising. “Do you think leading a tribe out here is easy? We don’t have cushy mansions or fancy titles to hide behind. We survive by sticking together, by protecting each other—just like your pack does. We’re not your enemy, Diego, and we weren’t Erika’s either. At least, she u

Seeing that no one said anything else after he spoke, the dragon tribe chief finally felt relieved because they all still believed in him. Now all they needed was cooperation with the Xiao Empire. Why the Xiao Empire? It was because the dragons did not trust any other powers, including those from the central continent. Especially after they suffered many losses from the central continent while helping the dragon chief's wife, which was why the dragon tribe closed themselves off and did not open their doors to the outside world. If there were any, it was only among the four sacred beast tribes. As for the others, there were none,

Her voice was laced with a mocking tone. Tori replied with an overconfident smile that ticked off the elders. "The Noshin Tribe is an equestrian tribe that ruled this continent once a century ago. Yet they marched to Tekaran Tribe of the south if we disregard their obvious trap, why aren't they using their strongest point to this war?" An elder answered with a confident voice as if, her asking them, was the stupidest thing. "They know that we know their strongest point so they aimed to surprise us."

During the moon goddess worship, they would sing beautifully and channel the goddess in the most ethereal way possible. Red blood. The Red blood Tribe were made mostly of warriors, they were brutal with an average number of fighters that could die for their leaders. This tribe lived mostly on the hills and did not believe in wearing garments, they said they did not want to betray their ancestors and for that reason, they walked around close to being naked. Married women had a unique way of distinguishing themselves from young ladies and that was covering their boobs. They planted their crops and hunted in the mountains for that was their territory.