Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

Troy's voice sounded in his head, "If one of these she-cats is not my mate, I will hunt to the ends of the earth until I find one who is." Nicolas wasn't surprised. The American beastkind wolves were tamed after hundreds of years, but it took little to take them back to their savage past. The she-cats brought it out and the enemy would suffer the consequences. At the lake, he waited for Zenya. She shifted and he took her hand, leading her blood-soaked body into the water. Using sand from the lake floor, he washed the blood away; her almost-limp body malleable in his hands. She needed food and sleep. Around them, everyone washed the night's deeds away. No one spoke. They left the cool water a

hybrids also have incredibly keen senses and are able to hear for miles and see in total darkness. The capatche tribe in north america have stories of hybrids: one night a girl was walking by the coosa river and watched as the stars shone, then a man pale and ice cold walked out of the water completely naked, she offered him some clothes but he just stared at her. she was entranced and walked into the river where she was raped by the pale man. after he raped her he tore her throat out with his teeth and drank her blood, this kept on until the tribe mixed with the shape-shifters

"What do you think you're doing? How dare a bunch of worthless savages try to lay a hand on my son! He's your chieftess' man! I'd like to see who dares make a move!" I looked at them and thought to myself that this family was truly stupid beyond belief. They actually presumed they could run wild in this tribe by taking advantage of Rova's affection for Vincent. They had been thoroughly spoiled by Mom and Dad, not knowing that no one in this tribe was going to coddle them the same way. It was then that an elderly tribesman stepped forward, his fierce gaze landing squarely on Vincent. It looked as though his status was even higher than Rova's.

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

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.