I Am A Chief In A Primitive Tribe Novels & Stories

The one who got in trouble… I had coined that since we’ve met! Suddenly something grabbed hold of my shirt-collar and I was pulled back. Well, I still had the getting in trouble thing going for me… “Evening Chief” I smiled nervously, looking at the glaring, growling, might-kill-me leader. “What are you doing out?” he growled. “Um… I’m on patrol?” I tried, thought I knew this guy knew the schedule out of his head. “Don’t be an idiot Ethan” he snapped, “And where is my son? You two seem to always be hanging out”

“Right now, I am very unstable, my husband might be dead to you but I assure you that he is still alive. I also assure you that you signed your death warrant when you kidnapped him, you will die today, keep annoying me and you will see how long I will draw out your death to the extent that you will plead for death but it would not be given to you.” The chief smiles as he leaned even closer to me. “Attaching importance to a stone doesn’t change the fact that it is a stone. It can never be a pearl.” “True.” I nod as if I was considering his words. “But that stone become more valuable than said pearl, don’t speak in riddles old man, my patience wears thin. Who did you bargain my husband to and

More blood spilled out of my mouth. Why am I still alive? Why am I still breathing? I’m tired. I’m so damn tired. “Is Ifraim ready?” the leader—the Chief—asked. Despite how weak I was, I heard him clearly. “Yes, Chief,” someone replied. So I was right. He really was the leader. “Good. Tell them the sacrifice is getting ready,” the Chief said. I smelled something burning—sharp, metallic. Even with my blurry vision, I knew what it was… a burning iron. “We just need to mark her first,” he added.

hmmm we've already committed the greatest sin of treason within our own pack and brought them our only heir, who do you think would really want people like that in their midst? Cain does not respond ** off ** (( just shut up and stay outta my way )) there is some silence (( please, she's all yours to take, when will your chief be back? )) footsteps came closer and I was hoisted by strong and firm arms out of the trunk, the person carried me away wordlessly (( uhm, excuse me did you hear me? I asked when will the chief be returning? )) the person carrying me, stopped walking and turned [[ our leader will be back when he pleases himself to return, until then you will stay in that hut over ther

When the Queen sat down, the noise in the ballroom visibly lowered as people took their seats. “Good evening,” I said as I sat down at the table. “General Tom Birkland, I’m head of the King’s army, my wife Theola and my daughter Reese,” the first man introduced himself. “Chief Ryder Grey, nice to meet you,” I said. “Chief of what exactly?” his wife Theola asked. “Alphas lead their packs, Masters their covens and Sires their lairs, I’m Chief of a tribe,” I said and his wife started to laugh.

Being a Chief is a huge responsibility. When my son takes the throne, he will call the shots. He will tell us where to fish, how to hunt, and where to live. The laws of the Wolf People Clan are sacred. Cody is still learning the traditions of our people. When I was a boy, my father, Chief Bearpaw, took me on a hunting trip. Cody and I never had a chance to share our own hunting trip. If we had, I would have taught him that elk is a better meat.

I wonder if they realized what they were setting me up for—every day feels like a battle against disgruntled families and rival tribes. Yes, I am the great Aaron Windermere, Chief of the North, guardian of Winterhaven and its endless grievances—more a king of complaints than a ruler of peace. Its weight hangs over me like the heaviest winter snow—thick and suffocating. Each evening, as the sun dips behind the jagged peaks, I stand at my window, brooding over the silhouettes of other tribes on the horizon. They look to me for guidance, but I face their hostility like a dog backed into a corner: ready to bite but wishing I could run free.

Being a chief requires a lot of great power and ability. Which, reminds me of my father once again. Stoic didn’t say anything. However, he inclined his head towards the house they temporarily build. His face holds a mysterious, yet, demanding look that would make you eventually follow him. And that is what I am doing right now. I drop my sword then followed him inside the house. I noticed everyone was already gathered here. No wonder no one was outside while I am dealing with death. “As you all know that our tribe had split up.”

I said in a low tone. "That was no joke, Olivia. You would make a great mother," he answered as I shyly lowered my gaze. "Alec, can you tell me a little bit about your homeland?" I asked. "Mm, let's see. Our territory is like a village, well not a typical one. The place is surrounded by nature, and we live under the rule of a Chief. The chief is called Alpha, and his right hand Beta," he said as I frowned. "Wait, aren't those like werewolf ranks?" I asked seriously.

"What do you think you're doing? How dare a bunch of worthless savages try to lay a hand on my son! He's your chieftess' man! I'd like to see who dares make a move!" I looked at them and thought to myself that this family was truly stupid beyond belief. They actually presumed they could run wild in this tribe by taking advantage of Rova's affection for Vincent. They had been thoroughly spoiled by Mom and Dad, not knowing that no one in this tribe was going to coddle them the same way. It was then that an elderly tribesman stepped forward, his fierce gaze landing squarely on Vincent. It looked as though his status was even higher than Rova's.