Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

I wiped the corner of my mouth with a napkin, swallowing before replying, "Moonstone pack. It's in the far end of New Zealand, known for their raw brutality and rural nature. Native to what others called savage werewolves." "Oh." All attention drew to Nia, watching as she slowly took a sip from a cup. She was probably enjoying the few seconds of fame. "I've read about them. Savage beasts, rural and untamed, ignorant and all the sorts. They don't even utilize modern technologies. How retarded!" The table became quiet. My fingers curled to a fist around my cutlery as I glared at her. How dare her use such derogatory words in describing my pack? Every pack had set rules that governed them, each

Ravenna Rogues. Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless. There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

“Do rogues have vampire abilities as well?” “They have basic vampire abilities,” Carter answered. “They have speed, strength, sight, and smell. But they wouldn’t have any special tribe magic or abilities.” “Tribe magic?” “Special abilities are given by the moon goddess,” Carter explained. “It varies on the tribe. We call it tribe magic because if you are no longer part of that tribe, your abilities will no longer work. The loss of their tribe's magic and the isolation can make any vampire feral. They will eventually lose their humanity. They are also more sensitive to the sun and tend to live in hiding. Occasionally they will break the law and try to sneak onto our territories to steal suppl

For them, this was some kind of entertainment. My eyes caught some familiar ones, and he nodded his head, then he averted his gaze after he pushed his useless glasses up. I snarled at the doctor, remembering what happened between us. But then my snarl died when I saw Savage stare at me with a thoughtful frown on his face. I didn’t look away or offer him any submissive act and I guess this caught his attention and he cocked a brow at me in a silent question. But I just glared at him in disgust, because this was barbaric. How could he treat me like this? If I was the weakest link in the pack, they should protect me, all of them. This is the law, not like this, not throw me to the wolves litera

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt

It was his first time seeing someone just like him and it looked horrendous. His fingers dig on his own flesh as he tried to contain the angst and disgust that overtook him. When he was at the brink of losing it, the old man shut the screen off, much to Xen's relief. A sigh left him involuntarily. " You see my dear boy, this was a snippet from your tribe. Your people are brute and strong but most importantly they are scavengers. One distinctive trait that they have is thriving on their own dead. When a member nears the end of their life, it's compulsory for the rest to feed on him so the strength is not wasted and it keep circulating. "

"How did you manage to score one of those?" "Well, the elders of the Sunflower pack were gracious enough to give me the girl as a gift for sparing their insufferable lives." "So you got a sex slave?" Now that was very insensitive of me to say but Curtis wasn't the kind of person to talk if he wasn't nudged good enough. The sunflower pack had a member of the church of Cassandra and as far as scheming werewolves go, I found it increasingly difficult to believe that they had the girl for no reason at all. Curtis liked to brag. If there was something unique about the girl, I was assured that he would spill.

"Are you telling me that this woman is a savage wolf?" "No, she is not." Jasper replied firmly. Hilda knew that her husband, Jasper had grown up as an orphan in a wild forest near the Iron Crest pack where the savage wolves lived. It was a miracle that he didn't turn out to become one when her father had brought him into the pack when he returned from a hunt. Despite his extensive knowledge about them, Jasper abhorred the savage wolves and killed them on sight without any mercy because he later found out that one of them killed his mother when he was little. If Giselle really was a savage wolf, she was sure that he wouldn't have let her walk away so easily.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” “No. No I don’t.” Samantha was shaking her head in denial. Ruby scoffed and said, “The secluded tribe you went to get your magic and spiritual powers back are none other than the Nomad Tribe. You see they have a disease where their blood over brew. Their blood will tend to leak from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of blood. They do so until they bleed to death. Because of their incest they have defects.” “How could you do know of such a thing if you been staying on the Forbidden Mountain?” asked Duke Wild.

All new things really confused the hell out of me! Noire said, that their tribe have different types of lives. The noble and fortunate who have all the privilege and the whole good things on their hands. While the others are the unfortunate and poor ones. Who barely experience the real meaning of life, maybe once or twice, or worst never. They are born, to serve and be slave of those scumbags, who really think that they are the 'great ones'. Even their way of living is being controlled by the bugs. They can't even express their real emotions towards the person they passionately love. Cruel isn't?