I Am A Chief In A Primitive Tribe Novels & Stories

The tallest one among them walked towards us and stood boldly as he began to speak. "I'm the chief of this Tagaria tribe. My name is Iraek. You may stay on this side of the water and build your homes. We thank you very much for killing the groger beast that was consuming many of my people," he told us in perfect federation language, surprising us both.

Mateo He broke suddenly. “We have to leave!” he cried, shaking the brittle silence. “If we stay, they’ll pick us apart like Ramon! The fire won’t save us!” “Quiet,” Jenna snapped, sharper than she intended. But fear sharpened her tongue. “If we run blind, we’re dead before sunrise. At least here, we see them coming.” The Tribe The chieftain lifted his spear and pressed it into the soil. A guttural chant began, so low it blended with the earth's heartbeat. The hunters swayed in rhythm, then stilled. The hunt was not yet a charge. It was a closing fist.

one fisherman said in his low voice and turned their head down ‘Ohh…. so he is village chief’ I thought to myself A chief is village head…. who is usually rich and powerful person of village with several authorities… a chief is responsible for every decision that is taken for benefits of village… he act as more like decision make on behalf of his village… “What the fuck do you think you all are doing by wasting your time here…. Don’t you want to go for your daily work?” Chief Damon questioned all fishermen in his stern and manly tone; there was hint of authority in his voice….

Not even Ragnar could argue with Tumak. I’m the one with the problem, no one else. The tribe shouldn’t suffer because of me. “I have never been forced to kill my own kind,” Tumak continued, but this time he was talking to the tribe. “Yesterday was a first, and I fear we will have more days like it until something is done.” It's time for a new Chief. “And what do you propose we should do?” I ask him as I rise to me feet with Ragnar’s help. “We need a…”

Wearing a skull of an ox as his headdress and wielding two bloody large swords as his weapon. The Chief walked and pointed his sword to the top of the mountain. He opens his mouth with a roaring voice that can reach the sky. “The treasure of the Zonian that is rightfully ours. Elder of the Hunter Tribe! I know you can hear me. Join my tribe and be spared or face your tribe’s extinction!” Then the Chief throws a bloodied bag and comes out of a horrific scene. Heads of different tribes across the land roll over the ground. William cannot stomach this scene and Ingrid was about to pass out from the smell.

I began as I lifted the gift from the box and held it in front of him. “My great-great-great grandfather was the chief of his people. At that time their tribe was their pack and there were no outsiders in it. They were all wolves .. but they were not all good. There was a lot of turmoil and grief one winter. Everyone was fighting. So my grandfather … with all the greats… came up with a plan.” I said. Alan didn’t speak. He only listened intently.

Of course, they needed to prepare for everything and could not recklessly attack the current clan chief. ...... "It seems you're holding up well, chief," Xiao said. He could see that the Phoenix chief was now thinner than most men his age. It was clear that this middle-aged man was hiding his physical condition well, even from his own daughter. "Hahaha, if I didn't do that, the people in the tribe would look down on me. Then my child would suffer too!" replied the Phoenix chief, as if he understood the principles and rules of their tribe now. Even though there had been a change in chief, the ancestors above them would never care. Not only would they not care, but even if their own people die

After seeing Luna nod, Arka finally felt a sense of relief. If Luna were an Indonesian native, she might have been a bit suspicious of the response given. This suspicion could be because Luna isn't originally from this area and therefore doesn't know the local customs. That's why she accepted the explanation without much thought. However, in this area, the chief of a tribe shouldn't leave their place of residence as they're responsible for protecting their people of the same clan and tribe. Although there might be instances where a tribal chief is allowed to leave, it's quite rare. Most of the time, they stay to safeguard the inhabitants. That's why Arka felt relieved when Luna accepted his

As chief of the Stone Bear Clan, he was constantly handling disputes, often over rival clans eyeing their lake. “Don’t worry, big guy. I’ll stay until I’m sure you won’t pass out again,” she whispered, her breath grazing his neck. His head throbbed, but her nearness—her nose brushing his jaw as she inhaled—sent his blood surging south. His cock hardened instantly. He sat, drinking in the sight of his mate, the woman who completed both him and his bear. Hope filled the hollow ache in his chest. Then it hit him: she didn’t recognize the awkward, brace-faced teen with the bad haircut and baggy clothes. That could work in his favor. He wasn’t that shy kid anymore—he was bigger, stronger, confide

Vincent took me to the Stromclaw tribe, and his parents wanted to meet me in private. I felt a little restrained. I heard that the Stromclaw tribe was an ancient tribe, and maybe they had a lot of invisible etiquette. I was worried that I would offend them without knowing it. Vincent felt my emotions. He gently held my hand and conveyed a reassuring warmth to me. This meeting was unexpectedly easy. His mother was delighted with me and pulled me to sit beside her. The old alpha drank a few glasses of wine and askedsk Vincent when he planned to inherit the tribe since he already had a perfect luna.