Noble Savage Trope Novels & Stories

"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.

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

“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?

Then he will be the Head of the Family, holding the responsibility of deciding everything concerning the woman with the support of the woman's other spouses. In this World of Savage, there is a breakthrough of territory by other clans who try to seize and control other territories. This right is usually carried out by a group of Savage Beasts who have thrown away their honor and self-esteem. For some reason or certain reasons. Usually, most of them are members of a clan or village that has previously been robbed. Then, because of revenge or despair, they let go of their dignity.

Clara replied getting comfortable on the ground. “Sava or as everyone one else likes to call it Savages. We are brutal and ruthless and were kind of slow in civilization and everything else. Animal abilities for everyone and monster strength. It depends on your animal sometimes. If you’re a fish, you won’t be able to win in a fist fight. We were the first to merge with our spirit animals like I said so thank you”.

The remaining tribe’s members all stood on their boats floating just away from the coast of the pink lake staring in awe to their village clouded in snarls and grunting sounds in fear of losing their loved ones representing the tribe’s guards and the village to the impassionate trespassers. All but to save an outsider who was allowed to dwell in their village with his friends just yesterday from the hands of the ambitious Frankenstein along with his unyielding patrons. Was it worth it?... Was it fated?... They could have avoided all this if the boy was quietly given to them nevertheless the Rogogal tribe was a desert tribe that was known for their unfathomed kindness.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”