I Am A Chief In A Primitive Tribe Novels & Stories

''Balder, he is Mischa, the Village Chief and the leader of the Jaguar Clan,'' said Ruvi, introducing him. ''Village Chief, I am Balder, currently the leader of the Tamandua Clan, our family are doctors,'' said Balder, giving a very polite introduction. Immediately after that, they were all represented one by one by the leaders of each Clan. They all introduced themselves one by one, then the elders of each Clan also introduced themselves. ''We have heard a short story about you, for now you take a rest first. We will talk again later after you have all calmed down!'' exclaimed Mischa, giving directions.

They can attack ten enemies at once. Stri had seen many great chiefs. Luria Jeremy- the current chief is the 18th ruler. She was born in Stri as her mother entered the island as a pregnant woman. Chief Luria is of Yelonhtese descent

"Which is yet to happen. It isn't fated to happen if not for the unexpected things that happen to her. If Nazis hadn't-" "This does not fall under the matter you should be concerned about, Leera." The chief said sternly. " The king warn us to be punished if you continue in your stubbornness." "So, you wish to tell me that I should let her be killed when I'm capable enough to save her? What happened to the core belief within our tribe, then? Value life? Are we being selective then?" The chief tribe only looked at her before speaking after a while. "We are bound to serve the king, Leera. We vowed our loyalty to him."

Immediately everyone became silent as they looked at him, he glared at me with such anger that I knew for sure this would be my end, “Laya, we have given you shelter, food, water, education, protection and this is how you repay us!” his hands were fisted as he clenched his jaw, “Jake is my son and the future chief of this tribe, you are a hybrid, do you know what would happen if you two…” clearly enraged he shouted out as he slammed a glass from the table, shattering to the floor I gasped as my eyes widened even more. I felt terrified as I stared in shock at where the glass lay in a million pieces, my breathing was rapid as I found it difficult to breathe let alone swallow. Composing himself

It would be transferred to the individual immediately by the village chief, who was informed. Kain followed them all, dismissing all their glances and comments at his body, and entered the cottage of the chief, silly human, how could they not know about him being a predator? Pathetic, he thought as he felt a flicker of irritation for the foolish villager. The chief's cottage was more comfortable than the rest of the shacks. The chief came out and interviewed him. He was middle-aged and sported only a lazy white fabric below his waist, like the rest of the folks, except that he looked more sleek and neat. Then he went in and came out with a wool shroud over his head and a hand holding a small

It was the same with this tribe. It was rare to see formidable human powerhouses. Tribes without anyone strong watching over them end up serving stronger tribes to gain protection. However, even those who served other tribes had a mix of strong and weak people. "I'm impressed, Chase. You're out here hunting with your tribe at such a young age," the man was convinced that Chase was really as ordinary as he looked. He thought that Chase was one of those people who had joined the powerhouses of his tribe to go hunting because he wanted to see the world.

My pride, whether it be the pride of ‘Frielle’ or my pride as ‘Reine’ is clashing with the need to do everything to protect my people and to be able to finish things up. Turning my head towards the bustling people in the village, I saw how they all laughed and conversed with each other as they walked, holding some pots with soup and baskets of bread. They were still being merry even though there is a problem at hand. The children were with them, helping with the bread and setting up some tables. It was so delightful to see. ‘Alright, I know what to do.’ pumping a fist into the air, I have a resolve. “Chief, I will be going first.” I bid farewell to the Chief and to some of the people present

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* "HOW MANY TRIBES do we have?" Finn asked, walking into the office. He was now fully well and wasted no time in getting into his duties. Kincaid looked at Liam, who shrugged and answered, "About 6 or 7." "Well, one more chief just arrived. I think he called himself Chief Fulman." Finn said. Kincaid stood up and went to the window while Liam sighed. "How many more are left? 3 perhaps."

“Although, I agree that I can sometimes be ‘a pain in the ass’.” Oh crap, I didn’t know she knew that. Whoops. “First, let me briefly explain some things. A****n tribes are somewhat similar to other shifter or wolf packs in that they also have a rank system, and much like in other packs, you tend to be born into those rank titles. However, we don’t use the same terms. For example, you may have noticed that I always call Corinna ‘Queen’ and not ‘Alpha’ other than to use it as a comparison in our previous conversations. Then you have a High Priestess who is like a Beta but with a twist. A priestess also has gifts, different ones from the Queen's. She’s not only the senior advisor to the Queen

Not a single soul moved a muscle while the Chief was there. "I won't let anyone jeopardize the peace we've enjoyed as a community of humans. The King has been generous toward us. Those of us who have lived long enough know how it used to be. Hence the rules we've put in place," the Chief said. "Anyone who breaks them will be broken! Regardless of who you are!" he concluded. The Chief got up, supporting himself with his cane, and walked out of the pub. The huge man followed behind him. The pub remained quiet for a bit even after he left. No one wanted to say anything. They didn't know if it could land them in trouble. They couldn't tell who was a spy among them who could get them into trouble