Noble Savage Myth Novels & Stories

I nod. "I will do my best to answer all questions," I say, looking straight ahead. My mom smirks my way, but I ignore her. "Is it true Natalie, you were brainwashed against your mother, Amber?"I heave a sigh at the question. "No, I wasn't. I was saved by Savage. "I answered, leveling him with a look. He nods. "Is your mother right that she was forced to reject her mate?"he asks again, and I sigh.

He asked, picking up the glass and taking a small sip. Should I lie or tell the truth? “Speak the truth. I won't hurt you for that. This is a discussion. Converse openly.” Even though my body always remained on high alert in his presence, I trusted him this once. “No, I didn't. His hubris, envy and desire for power made him seem hollow and petty. His rebellion was born out of pride and refusal to serve; it wasn't out of some noble gesture. While, his actions were driven by desire for glory and revenge. He was left humiliated in the end, which served him right. Degraded to a mere serpent, the form he took to tempt Eve. Some people do see him as the tragic epic hero.” I shook my head. “I am no

It helps a great deal that it’s a warm, quiet night, and the only sound I hear is the rustle of the leaves and squirrels scurrying. That’s one of the reasons I’m called Savage. Another Confradia agent, who unfortunately is deceased, gave me the name after being paired a few times. He noticed that I was very good at tracking prey. He said I reminded him of the Navajo warriors who stalked their prey, snuck upon them, and conquered them. He dubbed me savage after that— and it stuck. Before my father died, we used to go camping, and he’d train me in tracking and living off the land. That was his legacy to me. Other agents have made other inaccurate observations, but I let them. I figure it help

“Is that what you think? You are one unlucky child. So drunken with your delusions that I can say it is in your blood.” “Are you talking about my grandfather now?” “Smart of you to decipher that.” “Don’t mock me. I have my wits about me.” “Do you really?” Aariv mocked again. He then raised his hands in ridicule innocence. “I don’t doubt it though.” “Was my grandfather a savage?” “What’s a savage? If it what I think it is, then he wasn’t. He was the smartest person I knew, never drunk on power, always compassionate, always thought about his moves before he made them, always consulted before he made decisions–“

Though I do wonder if he still remembers. *Flashback* ( Yseah's perspective). The celestial sun was scorching high above the sky, yet the breeze was frigid as I took the muddy path with nothing clad for my bare feet. It was probably because were on the swamp- the only water resource to as 'savages' whom an outcast of our own land. We used to rule the land but when a new civilazation arose, they simply drove us away with writhing gibberish reasons while pointing their keen spears on us.

I could hear the smell of blood then, as well as the wailing and crying of the men as they fell and scrambled up to their feet again. I was on my conquest 2 years ago, when I decided to conquer the land of the Red Wolves. It was a small stripe of land located around mountains and a vast body of salt water. I laid siege on the land and attempted to convince them to surrender their powers to me but then I discovered that they were not worshipers of the Moon goddess. In fact they happened to have archaic traditions and barbaric ways. They loathed the moon goddess, and would rather follow her adversary, The Night Smith. They engaged in incest, blood sacrifice, and even slavery.

It had cost me blood, sweat, and what I will never admit in front of anyone else, tears. I’ve crossed deserts and hunted wild boar in human form without weapons. I’ve crossed the wild sea in an open boat alone late in the fall, the one time of year the weather gods raged through the lands. The waves reached way above my boat, even the ships, but I still did it, and I survived. I excelled as a front warrior, footman, strategist, and even as a medic. I fought werebears and lions and came out of the old Alpha games, something that is more like what used to be seen in old colosseums in Roma than anywhere else, and lived alone all winter without supply and help. Concurred mountains so steep not e

“You are still not making sense,” “Of course I am, Okwunta, you are too blinded to see.” Mbakwe laughed, “My father told me stories of the Never-ending war, how they once pursued barbarians of Ndiocha far north into the rain forest and out in the mountains. I think we are close to the land of Ndiocha.” “I won’t bet my life on it. If it was correct, then the trail must be inaccurate. Ikedi couldn’t have summoned the courage to venture into the land of giants and flesh-eaters,”

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

I wiped the corner of my mouth with a napkin, swallowing before replying, "Moonstone pack. It's in the far end of New Zealand, known for their raw brutality and rural nature. Native to what others called savage werewolves." "Oh." All attention drew to Nia, watching as she slowly took a sip from a cup. She was probably enjoying the few seconds of fame. "I've read about them. Savage beasts, rural and untamed, ignorant and all the sorts. They don't even utilize modern technologies. How retarded!" The table became quiet. My fingers curled to a fist around my cutlery as I glared at her. How dare her use such derogatory words in describing my pack? Every pack had set rules that governed them, each