Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

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

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium.

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

Still, I tried to plead because I knew what it meant to trespass into rogue territory. Rogues were outlaws, wolves banished or exiled from their packs. Creatures who lived by no law except survival and cruelty. To trespass into their land meant death, and they were always vicious when delivering it. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as panic wrapped even more around my chest. I searched desperately for a way out, but pleading was no longer an option. In a desperate attempt at freedom, I bent down and grabbed a handful of sand, flinging it into their faces before they could reach me.

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 wasn't my story to tell, I didn't even know the full story yet. "Freaking rogues” Valerie said, she hated them just like I do. Just like every other wolf. Rogues are wolves that were banished from their packs, for blasphemy; some of the leaft themselves. Being out in the forest, without a pack, it takes their human side slowly, so they become crazed and kill anybody on sight. “So, I'm just going to take a shower and rest, I have to leave in the evening". I say, standing up to go to my room, Valerie didn't stop me this time, she nodded, letting me leave and I sighed in relief.

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. "