Noble Savage Myth Novels & Stories

She stepped aside and let me in. We sat down on the couch, and she looked at me in silence waiting for me to start. "I'm going to tell you the way my father told me." "Okay that's vague..." she scrunched her face up in confusion. "Just listen, long ago before the white man conquered this land there was a tribe that found a babe in the woods one winter night. The babe was not scared or out of place. No, it was nestled in the center of a wolf pack. An expectant mother from the village heard a coo in the night and went searching for the source. When she laid eyes on the wolves she felt no fear, for they protected the babe and kept it warm from the winter. The wolves knew this human pup could no

“Because savages don’t answer to the Council. And because I’m not begging. I’m offering them a war.” Her grin flashed, all teeth. “Now that’s a proposal I can get behind.” We camped that night near a frozen stream, building a ring of low fires and using trees to form a windbreak. I stood watch for the first shift, staring into the darkness with senses stretched wide. The truth was—I wasn’t sure what we’d find up here. Some said the wild packs were gone, scattered into loners or devoured by madness. Others claimed they were monsters, part-wolf, part-spirit. Unbound by blood rites. Immune to command.

With courage and boldness, Robert mallow shouted with the bottom of his voice. "Help us O lord from this difficulties, oh the ancestors grant us the supernatural power" Robert mallow dow down in tears and all the Bingle soldiers do the same. Suddenly, the haven changes and a very big shadow appears in the sky. The shadow was so bright that no one could raise their head to view. Only the legend of the jungle raised his head and disappeared in the battlefield. Few minutes later, Robert mallow appears with a thunder in his eyes and an axe in his hand, everyone bowing down for him and hailing him a legend of the jungle……..

He figured it best to describe so she would understand him and his kind. “Our verbal history says that a warrior tribe asked the moon goddess to grant them strength and the powers of a true hunter. To help purge the evils of this world and be made stronger, protectors.” Sybil was excited he was telling her of his people. She read bits and pieces but this was not written down. She stayed silent as he told the story of how they came to be. She figured there was a relative point to it. Plus it was good to know the history of the people she may be living with the rest of her life. She would log it away.

"Everything was fine until a group of foreign men invaded our country. They were enormous, with leather and tiger skin covering their bodies and deadly sharp weapons hanging from their waists. They enslaved everyone, including women, children, and the elderly. Men were forced to abandon their labor in order to make weapons for the savages. Women were not permitted to work. They were sold as sex slaves or forcibly married off to those men at their leisure. People, mostly women, were beaten, raped, and killed in public. The savage men spared no horrendous crime. They crushed everyone's freedom, dignity, and will to live beneath their feet. That is when the community's healer, who possessed mag

"'Vampires' is just easier to say." Ruthie stiffened beside me. "Some akharu are cursed and some aren't," she said. Of course! Maybe that's why I'd had that mixed up answer the other night when Conrad, Zander, and Ruthie had quizzed me about the supernatural lore. "You were right," Zander said in my mind. I looked up at him to see a look of pure awe in his eyes. "What do you mean?" asked Maverick. Ruthie launched into the sethian myth about the origin of the races, how one guy killed another guy and how he became cursed because of it. Using my truth-sensing ability we'd discovered that although parts of the myth were wrong, there had still been a curse.

I sat on the ground feeling happy but some how surprised, I couldn't believe that Neifar had really let me go with my people, he was really a man of his words, after hurting me he apologized and I somehow felt better, right now he was all I could think of. Brian stood up and cleared his throat. "My people, when I was captured in the land of the savages I noticed something there, unlike our land their land is very fertile, they have a lot of food, jewelry and weapons, also the women there are so beautiful, instead of going back to our boring land, what do you say we take over the savages land!" He screamed as the man stood up with cheers. I looked at Brian in shock. "All we have to do is kill

he continued, "to my scouts it is this point upon this map at the far edge of the Arlyn forest. We have driven the savages away from our borders. Now we will clip them at their source." Narvi's and Sethlzaar's focus grew more attentive. The thought that a myth was not a myth proved more appealing than they had expected. "And what do the scholars have to say about this?" Narvi asked. Noem's answer came easy. "Nothing. They do not know of it." Narvi's attention grew skeptical. "Why?" The Captain shrugged. "Because this is a matter of war, and until every enemy in those ruins has been slain I will not have a scholar causing political confusions based on how this war should go. We will have the

Yikes, she’s not even using his name. Samson steps back and lets me answer. “Not much, I’m sorry to say. I remember hearing about them when I was a child, but honestly, I thought it was a myth.” “You would be wrong. We are not a myth. The Guardian line consists of two wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with power and strength above all. That includes you, Alpha wolf,” she growls, talking to Samson.

"To choose the path that will ensure your happiness. I might be one of the primordial goddesses but my powers do not exceed that of the old one. I am assured that if you are ever going to be happy in this world, you have to seize it. Your blood might be puddled with Nightshade but you are still a De'crescent and I owe you a good life. I promised Olav." I knew of Olav. The first mortal werewolves descended from. The old books were of the opinion that he was the first lover of Selene when the world was still a very small place. Olav's brothers envied the passion shared between their brother and the primordial deity and so they took matters into their own hands. Hurling away the blood relations