Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

"Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs." "Well, they're all the same to me," Hunt stood up and pulled his hand away. "I don't believe that you think that." "How do you know what I think?" He asked curtly. "You can either stay here or go back. I really don't care what you do. Even if attempt to risk yourself for that thing inside of you, you wouldn't survive because you're a half-breed." "Hunt." I felt the tears blurring my vision. Was that all I was to him? A half-breed and our child was just a dangerous thing that neede

Nique and the others were working hard day and night with no basic commodities, no sense of security when sleeping, no playtime for the children, and no affection from any loved one because everyone in that valley was a castout–remnants of the old and recent wars who had nothing or no one to return to. It was a place of despair. Imagine opening your eyes in a survival type of world. Nique never remembered eating three times a day. If ever she did, it would be because she found fruits in the nearby forest but not without the risk of being chased by wild boars or even the Ngookas. It was the reason why Nique’s childhood was filled with blood, noy just because of the animals chasing her that sh

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

I sigh as a warrior asks this. "Just Beta Nix and any that follow him. Their alpha granted permission for Savage to get his pack in order for his return. He is in Europe dealing with sick family, so his beta took the leading of the pack to a disgusting level. Rape, starvation and abuse",my men stiffen and some growl. "We need to proceed with care. Many will be traumatized and scared, "Jack offers..

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."

“Did you think you would get in here and take them away from me and I wouldn’t notice? Please, use a new tactic next time. Also, if you don’t do what I say, I will make you do it. Unlike your alphas of the desert islands I am a very cruel one. And your tears and cries are wonderful music to my ears.” “I just want them and we’ll be out of your hair. I don’t want any of your pain or torture device. I came in peace, please let’s settle this in peace. Is there no way we can do that?” “We are rogues and we don’t negotiate. Haven't you heard that from your ancestors?” “You are not rogues,” I sighed. “You are a desert wolf. You are acting like a rogue because you like it here but if you are a rogue

"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

“So from time to time, we crossed the borders. We came here, into your forest, to hunt. Just for fresh meat.” No one spoke, and so I continued. My voice dipped lower. “But it wasn’t long before we encountered rogues. Not just wild, desperate wolves. These rogues were different. Our warriors fought them, but they were controlled like puppets on strings. It was beyond repair and anything I’d seen before.” “As the pack doctor, I was expected to heal them. However, their bodies and minds were too potent. I thought at first it was just evolution, rogues becoming more savage with time. However, now I know that it isn’t natural.

a masculine voice sounded, chilling me to the bone. The male's foul scent hit me so hard I felt sick. Rogues had a characteristic, nasty smell. A consequence of being packless and living as nomads in the forest, with little access to showers and clean clothes. My heart accelerated. I swirled back around in a haste, desperately searching for an escape route, only to find the other rogues had shifted into their human forms and were now closely surrounding me. “No… Not again,” I whispered to myself, trembling as terrifying memories surfaced.

Their knots of pleasure swelled at the base of their cocks, locking us together for prolonged, intense releases where they flooded me with hot seed until it overflowed and dripped down my thighs. As the night deepened and the fire burned lower, they spoke between rounds of passion. The Northshield brothers had forged their reputation through relentless raids, unbreakable brotherhood, and a willingness to share power, spoils, and women. They had lost their previous beloved shield-maiden to a treacherous rival clan’s ambush, and the gods had now delivered me—a jarl’s daughter with fire in her blood and curves that drove them mad. My knowledge of trade routes, rival alliances, and the old ways