Noble Savage Myth Novels & Stories

“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.

And neither did the history of his ancestry. “The Natives discovered magic when what we call on Earth a meteorite crashed into our planet. Thankfully, it landed in a deserted area, so it hurt no one. Our scientists went about examining the wreckage, and that is when they found the crystals inside these rocks had magic. We—meddled with things we did not fully understand.” “The wolves on your backs.”

The new land provided everything Ricard and I had hoped for. Untold miles of forest and hills to explore, isolated farms, small towns and villages, and a few growing cities for when we felt the need to prowl the streets of a more urban setting. We fed where and when we wished, making no distinction between the dark-skinned native peoples and the newly arrived immigrants from our former homeland. As Ricard had predicted, America was for the most part a savage land. Only in the cities did we bother to hide our kills. Otherwise, we let the deaths be chalked up to the warring tribes and wild animals that filled the sparsely populated sections that made up most of the country.

McKenzie looked at Charmine coldly; pride and arrogance radiated from her face. It was evident just how victorious she felt with just a glance at her expression. Among the voices, Charmine's red lips curved into a smirk as she glanced at the crowd. "Just because you haven’t heard of it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! What I said was the language of a small tribe in the southwest forest. It was the language of Japatoda! This language is being recorded in the national language museum!

I growled, gripping the arms of the chair. Stephen’s smile dropped, “Those that wouldn’t cooperate, yes.” “Killing them was wrong! They were people, your own kind.” I argued, defending those that countless tribes had lost. “You are not my kind. You are creatures. Ones that need to tamed and shown the right way to live.” He countered, smiling triumphantly as though he had won a great battle. I stared at the man, why did everyone think that we were nothing but savages? We simply lived an easier life than most and didn’t rely on money, did that make us barbarians? Unfit for the world?

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She barely noticed a mini-bar when her breath hitched upon noticing Aiden approaching her. "Aiden-" "Shut up and listen," his deep cold voice floated in the air and landed on her constricting chest. "Let me tell you a story," Aiden rounded her, eyes boring holes in her skull. "Once upon a time, there was a tribe who lived happily in the world. They were very few but stronger than any kind. Humans happened to find them, they got mad. Humans began killing them and abducting them. Those people faced torture for years before they finally decided to end it for good. Those people began hunting their killers."

The Garden wasn't a real garden, it was a bunch of mountains which aparted South and North Leafstone along with Anceps. Celandine sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. She wanted to remember how her mother used to make food for her, but shame, the witch really had cleared her brain. The inn was full of people moving south, and the common room erupted in scorn when the Seller said they were traveling the other way. "You'll be back soon enough," the innkeeper vowed. "There is no going north. Half the fields are burnt, and what folks are left are walled up inside their holdfasts. One bunch rides off at dawn and another one shows up by dusk. King Nr

"The Native American tribes believe that they were blessed with the ability to shift from man to wolf and back to protect their lands and people. They have a lot of legends and I'm beginning to think they may be onto something considering my sister has their legendary fire wolf residing within her." I nodded my head slowly while soaking in his words, "What was your original running theory of it?" "You mean of our creation?" He arched a brow in question. "Yeah." "I never thought about it. Maybe we were created since the beginning by the Moon Goddess or maybe we were humans once until we were cursed by her and the only way to make life bearable is to have a mate or you'll feel lost for the res