I Am A Chief In A Primitive Tribe Novels & Stories

Othniel said in shock, "Andrew, this isn't something to take lightly. If you're not careful, you could go insane, mutate, or even die. Our chieftain from two generations ago was a powerhouse who surpassed martial god level. He once led our Highland Tribe all the way to Dark Sacred Mountain.

I can hear my sister outside of the cabin, listing off who will and won’t be going into battle today. Some of my friends make the list, including Kita who is only two weeks older than me. I can’t help but feel bitter, as I stand there cleaning the dishes left over from breakfast. The previous chief was laid back, he was fairly well know for bending the rules. Not that it had gone over well. But his time caught up with him, he passed peacefully in his sleep a month ago, at the ripe old age of 96. Now Sila, my sister, was the chief.

"I would make my female see that I am the best choice for her future. I am the biggest in our tribe and the best at hunting apehares." "Which is funny since you're really the most impatient one," Ringo comments, and everyone laughs. Everyone except me. There is no time for laughter. I must step up as chief, something I wasn't ready for, but I must. Talia needs me, and so do my tribe and my father. A plan is forming in my head, and I face my men. "Since my father isn't around, I'm in charge." The other men nods. "You are." "Say what you need us to do, and we shall listen."

“Evil spirits are going berserk. People turning against each other. I don’t know how long people can still trust me. To even trust anyone to lead them.” I rolled my eyes at the chief’s dramatic dialogues. It was now or never. I started to inch closer to PRINCE Ace while the four of them were busy talking. An excited and evil giggle threatened to escape the back of my throat that I desperately tried to hide. “We don’t care about your bull-” Nate placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder to stop him from completing his sentence. “Ace, be sensitive. Their tribe just got wrecked.” He says. Ace shrugged his hand away. “It’s PRINCE! How many times must I remind all of you?!” He says while looking back at th

I assume nobody has ever made it this far to the top because we are met with stares from the villagers, all dressed rather fashionably, which shocks me because I did not think any of them ever left the top of the mountain. I saw a caramel-colored man. He's very big! He has the potential to be Gabriel and Jackson stacked on top of each other. That would be his height, like 12 f 2 if not taller. "I am Anak Chief of this tribe, what brings you here? You do not smell of humans, but I have never scented your kind before, you all smell different. You." he points to me "You smell like my kind but stronger."

The major wedding is taking place tomorrow. A marriage between the Chief's daughter and Ahiga, a gallant warrior of great renown. That daughter is none other than me. Arranged marriages are very important in our tribe, the Asalog. Individuals marry one another because they are of like grade; two strong people get married together as much as two weak people. Historically, our customs were established to keep authority from controlling our lives. Yes, we have a Chief, but he was picked for his good acts rather than his power. Following his death, the tribe's protection is handed over to the next noble-hearted man who has shown himself worthy.

the chief praised Nina and the gang. Theo smiled proudly at his wife. "I don't want to insult your knowledge and kindness by offering money. But I have a suggestion, which would give work to everyone in your tribe" Nina offered. The chief and the healer looked curious, especially after her first statement. "Go on" the chief encouraged her to speak. Nina gave them a smile before she started speaking.

The chiefs and leaders were walking in excessive pride that they could not do something as this Viraiz chief did. “Please take as the lowliest among all slaves, or take our soldiers and mighty men as the lowliest among all servants, only let not our clan vanish. Take us as the token of our surrender. For what shall a kingdom count as a token of surrender from as nomads but our lives? Let us live, honored woman,” the chief continued.

Just as the Chief finished brawling with a 6-meters tall six-armed ape, he caught a helmet made out of green crystal that someone threw in his direction. He wore it and tapped at the right side of it as if he was activating a communicator. "I want a full report of the situation." Spoke the Chief in a solemn tone just before throwing a punch against a sneaky greater chameleon. "Dance of thorns." He whispered before gray-colored thorned vines popped from the ground and trapped the reptile, a nearby member of the tribe decapitated it with a sword.

Chieftain Gideon was forced to step forward to administer justice. Within the tribe, regardless of whether they were female or male, everyone possessed an exceptionally high level of possessiveness over their mates. They could never tolerate the presence of a female who would actively seduce other males. With a heavy wave of Gideon's arm, I was officially exiled. When I was leaving, Chloe came out to see me off. She leaned comfortably against Jared's chest, offering me superficial comfort. "Sister, being driven out might not necessarily be a terrible thing. There are plenty of powerful beastmen out there in the wilds; perhaps you'll manage to run into your destined mate."