Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

That was when I found the rogues. They were a larger tribe in the northern territories. Nomadic. The idea of joining them seemed perfect; large enough to go unnoticed by outsiders amongst their numbers, and their nomadic lifestyle meant that I could keep moving, evading Gideon, without having to survive on my own. It should have been simple—an opportunity to rest, to regroup, and to begin planning my next moves. But it was anything but. I was accused of stealing on my first night simply because I had taken a secret second helping of dinner. I was starving, but they didn’t care. In their eyes, I was a newcomer who had taken their resources, and I had to pay.

Maddox said anxiously. I raised an eyebrow. "Don't be swayed by the mate bond, Maddox. Renegades are often cunning, and some like to disguise themselves as fragile and innocent. Don't judge a renegade by its appearance; they're called renegades for a reason, and those reasons aren't always good." I reminded him, but his mind seemed clouded by his sudden love for his mate. He was convinced his mate was good, incapable of the evil of other savage renegades.

Savanna introduces, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Savanna's words had barely registered in my head but I caught her last words. Pack doctor of the rogues pack?! I gape and my eyes widen in disbelief. The words hit me like a slap. "Wait... I’m in the Rogue Pack?" I ask, my voice trembling. Rogues are supposed to be cruel, merciless, and bloodthirsty vampires, feral wolves who show no mercy, not saviors. I remember I have had my own unfortunate fair share of them these past weeks; I almost died.

"He wouldn't make a bad husband, baby girl." True. Olivia could do worse than Nakos Hunt. With the dark skin tone and black hair of his native Arapaho tribe, combined with solid bone structure and a handsome face, he'd definitely been conceived at the deep end of the gene pool. He was also hard-working, kind, and protective. Too protective, but she shrugged that off.

No, I would have to go to the extreme. I would have to seek out the most savage. The ones who didn’t want to be nomad, but stayed as they are. The Pure Rogues. They are more animal than human. Savages. They kill without feeling and no-one can tame them. But what would happen to Harrison? I can’t leave him. But if Mal is coming back, then no doubt he will look after him. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, exhaling. This has to be a lesson somehow. But why? Only Selene has that answer.

“Deadly snakes, poisonous plants, water that’s not safe to drink, raging rivers, and worst of all, native rogues.” When he says those last two words, Ginny’s forehead crinkles, and she turns to look at him. “Native rogues?” she repeats in her thick accent. “I don’t know how to say it.” “Wolves that have lived in these parts for thousands of years,” Sanders tells her. “They still think those lands out west are theirs, even though the humans are tellin’ ‘em otherwise.”

Lord Danbury, the man that had been raiding the Princess of Nightway’s realm to feed MidGale City, and inconveniencing The Nauvree in the process, looked up at the man who hadn’t blinked during the interchange. Savage sat quietly watching them. Not reacting, though clearly close enough to hear. He was young. Blonde hair twisted into braids near his face with wood beads strung in them. Kill beads. Each engraved with a kill he was proud of.

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?

I knew the place, knew every trail the hunters avoided because of the rogue. It would be very easy to disappear. I had done it once. I could do it again. "A rogue once more," I muttered. "Not bad." I could already imagine it. No more pack rules, no Alpha, no constant pressure of the bond choking my chest. Just the open land, silence, and survival. No one would dare call me privileged then. I had lived that life for years before Kael marked me like the savage he fucking is, and took me against my will. The asshole. He couldn't even act remorseful even if he wasn't.

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