Novel & Cerita Noble Savage Trope

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?

My fingertips gently caressed the cover as my eyes never left it. "My family has had this heirloom in the family for generations. Fathers would pass it down to their sons, but all of their children knew about it. It was the son's responsibility to carry it forward, since they would be the ones to carry the name. It was told that we were entrusted with something very important. A secret... a weapon... and one day the person that gave us this responsibility would return. Talako was the name of one of my ancestors on my father side. He was a Choctaw, but ended up leaving due to his parents being killed. His mother gave him to a friend. Some natives were wolves, but not all of them. The wolves p

“It’s meant to look like rogues. It’s a smokescreen. Someone—something—wants us chasing our tails while they move in the shadows.” Lucia let out a soft laugh, leaning back in her chair. “Or maybe you’ve been reading too many spy novels. Rogues are rogues. Savage, bloodthirsty, and incapable of anything resembling a plan. End of story.” Erika watched the exchange, her chest tightening as the word "savage" lingered in the air. She thought of the nomadic rogues her parents had welcomed in Black Lake. They had been tough, yes, but also kind in their own way. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: “One’s blood does not make a person good or bad—it’s the purity of one’s heart that matters.”

My wolf growls in my chest now which is too late because now it's been hours since my noble skin kissed the ground roughly. Nonetheless, she's furious and restless, but back then… she was caged. Ha! That's the painful part; she too was surpressed all by that little Omega’s presence. She too is angry, just as I am. What insult! How humiliating!! How dare that lowly creature?!!! How dare that filthy animal and mate snatcher throw ME, a high rank werewolf of noble blood to the earthy ground?!!!! Wait.. how was that even possible in the first place?

A look of discomfort plastered on his face. Our people, the Southerners, condemned the savage behaviour of the Northerners and called them barbarians or dogs in a rut. The leading cause of their disdain was this race's custom of marriage by captivity. Even though the two kingdoms came from the same ancestor, they had a way of life that was 180 degrees different. Companionship was extremely precious to the Northerners. For that part, I agree with them, except for the 'how' they did it.

An ambush. The silhouettes of three people crouched among the low trenches and trees caught her eye. There was no doubt this was the result of the portion. That’s what Aworyn said, to complete the ritual. There was something about the way the forest and night reacted to her that told her something was different about her. It was exhilarating to feel the power of the wild coursing through her veins: she wanted to hunt, and it was a good night for it. Sabine sighed. “It’s an endless cycle of corruption, and it’s hard to break out of it.” She shook her head. “This is the reason the people of the empire are so frustrated.”